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shawnxstyles · 1 year

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blood alert!

DATE: DECEMBER 29, 2022

summary: peter notices you’re unwell at school and instinctively wants to help. as he does, the schoolwide douchebag decides to make a scene after school.

requested: very :)

song: Yours- conan gray (i was listening to this)

words: 4.3k

warnings: mentions of blood (not too gory), mentions of periods, mentions of anxiety, sexual innuendo/insults, minimal language, and a protective peter :o

note: part four?!?! i think this is my favorite yet?? and it’s the longest! peter parker masterlist

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“please please i didn’t mean to!” the unknown man’s pleads were muffled by the blood gushing from his mouth. peter tsked behind his mask, wondering when they’ll ever learn to never touch a woman when they don’t want to be touched.

nothing gets him more mad than things that aren’t consensual.

“sure didn’t seem that way. i mean, you didn’t even apologize,” peter says condensingly, eyeing his webbing work. the man’s hands and legs were attached to the wall while multiple layers covered his torso. over time, his placing and aiming of the webs got easier. they do say practice makes perfect.

the man groans in pain and irritation.

like he has the right to be making any noise right now.

“i think you deserve an apology. don’t you think, miss?” peter tilts his head in the direction of the distraught woman, who seems to be in her mid-thirties (at the latest). after peter had comforted her, she calmed down once she realized who he was and that he could handle the situation. she contemplates his question, crossing her arms.

“yes i do,” she replies, glaring at the fickle man. he growls under his breath, spitting out the crimson blood drowning him. annoyed, peter shoots another web at his torso, not hurting him, but shocking him and pushing him snuggly into the brick wall of the alleyway. the man screams, frightened, and finally agrees to apologize.

“okay, okay! i’m sorry, i won’t touch you or anyone else ever again. just don’t kill me!” he begs again. it’s funny how he can change from growling and groaning to begging and pleading because he thinks he’s going to die. peter has more power than he knows sometimes.

“relax. i don’t kill,” peter waves him off and turns to the woman once again with sincerity. “will you be okay to walk home?”

“i’m feeling quite better now. i think i’ll catch a cab this time. thank you, spiderman,” her face softens and a gentle smile rests on her lips. her heels click away to the open sidewalk, waving for cabs until one halts for her. peter looks at the man positioned like a star on the wall.

“now what will i do with you?”

—

after bringing the attacker to the station, peter swings on home. he assumes it’s past ten, given the dark, starry sky. when he reaches his window, he lifts the creaky wood up and slips inside. he knows his aunt, may, is going to be upset because he came home late again, but she knows he has responsibilities to upkeep.

“peter!” may shouts from the kitchen while he rips off his mask. she opens his bedroom door and softens at his rough appearance.

“sorry for coming home late again.” peter mumbles, scratching the back of his neck.

“it’s alright, i want you to be safe. you didn’t kill anybody, did you?. you know—”

“i know, may. i know.” peter sighs because she gives the same lecture every time he comes home. she wants him to be safe, not to kill, don’t hurt anyone unless needed, etcetera etcetera.

“okay. well then go shower. you have blood all over your suit…”

—

peter was glad to go to school the following morning. he was going to see you during third period and you two were going to talk like you did yesterday. his heart fluttered happily in his chest just thinking about it.

however, when peter saw you during second period passing, you looked unwell. maybe you were sick with a cold or the flu? you trudged around the hallways and you didn’t socialize with anyone.

of course, you wouldn’t want to get anyone else ill.

peter assumes to himself as you lay your head tiringly on your locker from a far distance across the hall. a pang of hurt hits his heart knowing that you’re feeling so ill.

he wishes he could take care of you. he wishes he could give you soup and turn on your favorite movie. if he was with you, he knows he wouldn’t care about getting sick and would lay in the bed and watch the movie with you. he wishes he could comfort you. he wishes he could be the one to make you smile when you’re having a bad day.

peter wishes you’d want him too.

he frowns to himself, ripping his stare away from you. he knows that’s a hard concept to even conspire, but it still makes him dejected that you’ll never feel the way he feels for you. the ache in his chest grows, but for a slightly different reason now.

“this cold weather is really preparing me for the cabin. speaking of…” ned rocks back and forth on his toes, while peter turns to him with sorrow still in his eyes. ned doesn’t notice. “you really don’t want to go with us?”

“i’m sure. it’s a couple’s thing. i obviously don’t have a date and i would never want to impose,” peter replies shutting his locker slowly. ned squints his eyes at him.

“you good, peter?” ned questions more seriously than before.

okay, he did notice.

“yeah, yeah. just tired is all,” peter fake yawns with a soft smile to ensure that he is fine. he didn’t know that his sudden sadness would be that burdening so fast. it wasn’t even that big of a deal. it was just something that he had to accept, whether he wanted to or not.

it’s insane how emotions can be so intense and rapid when they’re connected to something important.

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you were late to english. again.

you really tried not to be late to your classes, but it wasn’t always your fault. sometimes, you were having sex in the bathroom (which you hated yourself for) or mother nature decided to come early. you never had sex on your period, either.

so, today was the latter.

you skipped first period because you were curled up under your warm blanket and your body refused to get up. you were extremely tired as well, which didn’t help. but you knew how hard it was to get back on track with school work, even if it’s only a one-day absence. you trudged out of the comfort of your bed and into the cold fog outside.

when the final bell rang for third period, you didn’t attempt to run. not that you ever really ran, but sometimes you did a fast walk. with every five steps a cramp clawed your uterus, and you reconsidered going to class today. but you knew this project was worth a good chunk of your grade, and you didn’t want your partner to do all the work.

you plod into the mostly obedient classroom, all eyes staring at the teacher while she speaks. she doesn’t acknowledge you and continues to instruct. you don’t mind, and slot through the columns of desks.

“damn what happened to you? out too late last night?” jax obnoxiously chuckles behind his hand as he daps up his nearby friends. unlike the movies, he isn’t well liked by the whole school, only by his lame sidekick friends. the only thing that’s comical is how he’s wearing a letterman for the world’s most boring sport (golf) and he suddenly thinks he’s the most admired man on campus. if there was a sport for douchebags, he’d make varsity and be the star player.

jax has been like this since freshman year. he acts immature, rude, and arrogant to most people, but especially to you. he always goes out of his way to insult or make fun of you for entertainment. although you know the underlining reason for his harsh treatment, it doesn’t bother you any less. it’s hard to desensitize from negativity when you’re surrounded by it like oxygen.

you cringe at his comment and the unfolded scene. you barely have enough energy to get through today, let alone waste it on a dumbass jock who thinks he’s the ‘top dawg’ or whatever he says. another cramp kicks you, which makes you practically limp to your seat in the back.

“look she’s limping,” he points out to his friends with shoulder nudges. “he must have given it to her hard.”

more laughs are muffled behind their jacket sleeves, while you focus on breathing and reaching your desk. the class is too distracted with the teacher’s announcements to notice or care about the little interaction.

peter wasn’t listening to a word the teacher was saying.

his senses picked up on the chattering near the back of the room. he’s learned when to engage his power on his own, but his senses are automatically heightened when someone is involved in harmful situations. he has never eavesdropped on your conversations ever before, but conversations don’t sound like that.

peter heard the ‘jokes’ jax made about you, right to your face. it made him upset knowing that someone would talk like that. but it made him fucking furious that anyone would talk like that to you. you didn’t deserve that. peter didn’t know you as well as he wishes to, but he knows that jax is a jerk inside and out. an immature asshole to better say. no matter how high of a pedestal jax puts himself on, he’ll never hold a candle to you.

peter clenches his jaw so hard, he thought he might shatter his own teeth. it took everything in him to breathe instead of strangle jax with his webs in front of the whole class.

it’s like everything may ever told him was thrown out the window.

when the teacher finally dismisses everyone to continue their partner projects, peter doesn’t hesitate to snatch his backpack and head toward you. his heart pounds angrily in his chest, furious, yet still underlined with nerves because he’s approaching you like it’s normal.

he takes the seat beside you. you’re slouched with your hands resting on the desk while you fiddle with your fingers. peter softens his gaze, heart still beating rapidly.

what does he say?

“hey,” he gently starts, patiently waiting for you to say something. you blink a few times before turning your head toward peter.

“hey, parker,” you tiredly smile at him, trying to sit up straighter. your head subtly pounds from the nonsense you experienced with jax because that kind of stuff is so regular for you. if you look like shit one day, everyone assumes you had a previous late-night hookup. if you look gorgeous on another, they think you’re a slut who just wants attention.

can’t a girl just dress for herself?

at first, it angered you that people cared so deeply yet so little about you. now, it was so constant and repetitive that you didn��t dwell on everyone else’s small talk about you. but you can’t help but wish it would stop. it had a mental toll on you.

but deep down, you were only mad at yourself for giving in to the pressure of people around you.

peter gazes delicately at you, his teddy bear eyes easing some of the mental and physical pain away.

you wish all guys were as good-natured and self-aware as he seemed.

“are you okay?” peter breathily questions. he sees the heaviness under your eyes and your eyelids seem desperate to close. overall exhaustion is laced in your expression. he assumes you don’t want him to stare at you, so he tries his best to avert his eyes. but even when you’re sick, he still thinks you’re gorgeous. you always radiate such glowing warmth, so when you’re a little colder, there must be something wrong.

“uh,” you grumble, hesitant. you consider admitting to peter that you’re on your period and not just tired or sick. again, you didn’t dwell on other people’s thoughts, or their judgment. if anything, he’d probably disregard it anyway because that’s what guys always do. without stopping yourself, you admit. “i'm on my period.”

peter slightly widens his eyes, not expecting you to say that. he knew you were forthright, but he didn’t think you’d share personal information with him. his heart races quicker before he realizes his reaction probably isn’t helping.

“oh um… is there is anything… i can do to help?” peter stutters and he mentally curses at himself for acting like an immature fool. to be clear, he wasn’t flustered over the menstrual cycle part, they’re completely natural and uncontrollable, but by the fact that you told him so bluntly (even though he asked) is what shocked him.

you genuinely smile at his endearment, causing spots of warmth to spread over your chilly skin. your shoulders relax, releasing tension you didn’t know you had been storing in your muscles.

“unless you have chocolate, nothing is going to mend the stabbing pain in my uterus,” you dryly joke, moving some hair from your face. a gray hood lays on your head, protecting you from the uncomfortably cold air.

peter curses to himself, again, for not having chocolate in his bag.

sometimes, he wishes he could read minds instead of having the behavioral abilities of a spider. he has to remind himself that some people don’t have powers at all and he should be grateful and blah blah blah.

“i’m sorry, i don’t,” peter frowns again like earlier. “do you have a favorite?” he asks suddenly.

“a favorite chocolate?” you face him with curiosity, trying to forget the jamming headache. your cramps have halted more now than they have all morning. probably because you’re sitting comfortably for once.

“yeah or a favorite food you crave,” peter knows about the food cravings because of may.

when may’s favorite snack (pickles) were gone and she was too unwell to retrieve them, she would send peter to go to the store down the street. he hates seeing may in pain, but it only lasted for a couple of days before she was okay again. he doesn’t remember exactly when he stopped having to go, but he didn’t worry as long as she wasn’t hurting.

he would definitely bring you something if you asked.

“i mean, i really like chocolate pretzels? i don’t know why. probably because i always ate them a lot growing up,” you share openly. you spit out the first thing that came to your mind without hesitation. you were being oddly open. no one really cared to ask personally questions to you before, so you didn’t really know how to respond.

“noted,” he remembers how ned loves them too, so he’ll have to ask him where he gets them. peter curls one side of his lips into a tiny smile, while you smile back with skepticism all over your face. he feels his chest restricting and wonders if he’ll die. and least he would die a happy man. “we should probably get to our project.”

“yeah, yeah. we should,” you shake your head to look away from his soft features. he turns down and searches in his backpack for the papers. your eyes don’t drag away from him like you’d hope they would.

he wore jeans today. they appeared a little loose, but fitting enough so he’s not sagging. you could never imagine him in jeans; he always seemed like a khaki guy. a classic flannel shirt peaks beneath a navy sweater, and you wonder where he gets his style from. his hair is neatly combed, and it overall made him look put-together. you couldn't imagine yourself appearing that way, even if you wore pretty little clothes and did your makeup.

peter tilts his head back up and places the papers on the desk. he scoots the table closer to you with ease, and you two continue to work on the presentation fundamentals.

time flies when the bell suddenly rings. peter tucks everything back into his bag in a specific folder. his body freezes when his scalp feels your soft fingertips ruffle his hair. a blush arises on his face as he stares at the floor. when he finally looks back up, you’re gone.

you left the class with a small smile, feeling a little less worse than you had.

—

during lunch, peter instantly asked about the pretzels.

“oh, these ones?” ned plops them out of his backpack and peter gasps dramatically.

“you have some? can i have them?” peter pleads, without context. he’s never asked for them before when ned had brought them.

“since when do you like chocolate pretzels?” ned quirks a suspicious eyebrow at peter. he doesn’t like hiding anything from ned, so he gives in and tells him with a sigh. he doesn’t tell him everything, only that you’re the one that likes the pretzels, not him. ned doesn’t need to know that you’re on your period and the ‘conversation’ that happened with jax.

“does she need all of them? i just bought these yesterday,” ned complains, while betty sits next to him across the cafeteria table and kisses his cheek. peter envied their love, even if it was questionably odd sometimes.

since peter sits so close to you in english, he envisions kissing your cheek while you answer a question on the sheet. you’d try to hide your heavenly smile, but then you’d give in and giggle next to him.

he daydreams about you so much, some might think it’s exhausting, but they’re really what keep him going.

ned explains to betty how peter needs his pretzels for you and peter interrupts him with an embarrassed “ned!” because he said that “peter is practically in love with you.” which isn’t… he can’t. betty then convinces him to hand over the bag.

“fine, but you owe me,” ned groans and rolls his eyes while betty giggles and kisses his cheek again.

—

peter couldn’t find you at lunch.

however, he did spot you at the end of the hallway where he unexpectedly ‘caught’ you yesterday.

your hood was covering your head, but the way your backpack dangled loosely from your shoulders alerted him that it was you. your bag had a single stitch on it that he’d never noticed before as he gazed at you in the hallway.

the place was nearly empty like before since the day had ended. you pushed open the door and hissed at the icy breeze, instinctively crossing your arms for more warmth.

peter follows you through the doors and catches up with you. your eyebrows raise in shock and you halt your movements, but you relax when you notice it’s just peter. you remove your earbuds and pause your music.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to startle you,” he instantly apologizes, cheeks flushed. it was probably from the sudden chilly weather, but it looked adorable on his cheeks. his lips were more prominent, rosy and pink against his fair skin.

“you don’t have to apologize. it’s fine,” you tighten your arms over each other, teeth nearly chattering. you weren’t a fan of the fall or winter because you got cold very easily. you were definitely more of a summer gal.

“i, um,” peter lost his words. you would probably think that he’s a freak for actually getting you the pretzels. you’ll probably think he’s crazily obsessed with you (he kind of is, but not like that). his hands are shaking, and it’s not only from the weather. “i got these for you.”

you peer down with skepticism, a small bag of chocolate-covered pretzels in his hands. you look back up at him with awe in your eyes. your heart clutches tightly in your chest from the kindness. you’re not someone who cries a lot, or at least in front of people, but no one has ever done such a thoughtful action for you. it was such a small thing, but it affected you more than you could have imagined. you blame your hormones for the brimming tears in your eyes.

“oh no. are these the wrong ones? i’m sorry—”

“no, peter, these are perfect. thank you. i…” you were speechless. he's so sweet. too sweet. he probably did this for everyone who needs it. you wish you had someone as endearing as him in your life consistently. you need it. peter’s wide smile is soon washed away.

“y/n? well, i didn't think you’d go for as low as a nerd,” the familiar snobby voice of jax makes both of your heads turn. he wears a smirk on his face, arms crossed as he approaches you two more closely. his ‘sidekick’ friend follows behind him submissively. jax looks down at the pretzels in peter’s hand and laughs. “the nerd got her chocolates. what is this, valentine’s day? please, how pathetic.”

when people talked or spread rumors about you, you tried not to care. you never engaged because it would never stop. you just learned to live with it because it’s been years. you’ve heard jax talk shit about loads of people over that time. however, hearing jax disrespect peter right in front of you made your blood boil so much, you didn’t feel as cold anymore.

“leave him alone, jax. he’s done nothing to you,” you glare at him with daggers in your eyes and a strong jaw. you were much shorter than him, but your distaste for his attitude was bigger. “i know you don’t like me, but don’t take it out on him.”

“sweetheart, i can do whatever i want,” jax clicks his tongue condescendingly while inching closer to peter.

those words flashed a different image through your mind, but you forced yourself to stand tall. you don’t need reminding of the past.

he rips the pretzels out of peter’s hands and chucks them on the ground. peter barely moves, staring at jax’s soul with small backward steps.

please, don’t hurt him. you plead to some higher power.

“she doesn’t like you. she wants you to think that. she’ll make you think that she wants to sleep with you, so you look like a fucking fool,” jax snarls in peter’s face with clenched teeth and an flared nose.

“shut up,” peter grumbles with clamped fists so compact his knuckles start whitening from the pressure. protectiveness spread throughout his whole body like a disease.

“what did you say? speak up,” jax provokes, glaring down at peter with a snarl on his face. you have a feeling this will get ugly and you really don’t want peter to get hurt.

“shut. up.” peter huffs out each word, and jax finally swings. peter ducks quickly, so jax punches again with his opposite hand. peter dodges it swiftly, sliding away from his predictable hits.

jax growls in impatience and swings more wild and aggressively. peter blocks his ‘hardest’ punch with his forearm. he latches onto his wrist and twists him around, pushing him backwards.

“i don’t want to fight you, jax,” peter states honestly, with his hands up. he’s annoyed with his perseverance in this fight that he’s not going to win.

he practically jumps towards peter with anger brewing in his eyes. with his arms wide, he tries to cage peter against the nearby tree, but fails horribly. peter simply ducks and sweeps his leg, causing him to tumble onto his back. if he didn’t, jax would have collided face first into the wood. jax stumbles back onto his feet while his friend watches with a gaped mouth. peter knew he couldn’t fight jax, especially not at school. he definitely wasn’t scared to, but it’s not morally right to himself, may, or you.

but god, did he want to beat the living shit out of him.

what is wrong with peter’s thoughts?

“beginner’s luck. i’ll be back,” jax spits on the ground, trying to make a statement before stomping toward the gym with his not-so-much sidekick.

you stand frozen, your body in shock from peter’s incredible defensive skills. he walks over to you with worry cascading his face.

“are you okay? i’m sorry, i didn’t want to fight him—”

“peter, stop apologizing. i’m fine and that was… pretty cool,” you cut him off with your hands on his chest. his heart was racing and his cheeks were flushed, but he did just finish a fight.

and he totally won too.

peter thought he might dissolve. even in the cold weather, he might melt right into a puddle on the cement from your palms resting on his chest. he knows you feel the pounding organ behind his rib cage, which makes him blush even more. if he stands still any longer, he’ll be permanently frozen in overwhelming affection. to avert himself, he bends down to retrieve the forgotten pretzels and hands them your way.

“do you still want them?” peter cringes at the wrinkled bag in his palms.

“of course, i do,” you snatch them from his hands and tuck them possessively into your arm. “i mean, you fought for these! they must be really good.” peter chuckles, muscles relaxing at your optimism.

there was your warmth again.

“so do you walk home or take the bus? or can you drive?” you ask with some energy. the fighting woke you up and opened your eyes. literally. jax’s always been a douche, but fighting through an innocent person about something that happened years ago? that’s pathetic.

“i can drive, but i don’t have a car. i usually take the bus, but it’s long gone by now,” peter scratches his neck and shuffles awkwardly. sometimes he feels comfortable with you, but most times he gets so nervous he forgets sentences. or words. or thoughts in general. even though his anxiety was heightened, he really wanted to walk you home. he would float to cloud nine. “what about you? do you drive?”

“i’m in the same boat as you. or car…?”

“do… you want me to walk you?” he felt his fingertips trembling and stomach clench. every second you didn’t say something, he prepared for disappointment.

“i would like that,” you smile. you smile. with teeth and everything. your cheeks looked soft and your expression was genuine. peter felt his heart flutter and fly away, while his stomach was littered with butterflies.

you both begin walking along the sidewalk, the school fading in the distance behind you. walking made talking less anxiety inducing, and more comforting for him.

“so where did you learn to fight like that?”

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HOW DO WE FEEL ABOUT PART FOUR??!?

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konohamaru-sensei · 5 months

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parental troubles.

Merry Christmas @akamikazae!!! <3 I hope you enjoy your day and have a few times off <3 I know we don't talk as much as I would like, but I very much like you a lot and I'm glad you joined the anxiety squad so we can talk more! I attempted to write your lady and I hope you forgive me if its not exactly what you have in mind. I wanted to write her with Ko first but then I decided on this situation in my AU! Hope that is ok!! <3

ikigai au, sharingan cult arc. uchiha kids are being attached so their parents come to the rescue so their sharingan can be stolen

sasuke and sakura had twins before sarada. both twins are @wrdn-tabris oc's - ren and takeshi (3)

itachi is alive, married to @uchiharomance's haruka and they have two kids (shisui (4) and mikoto (2))

there is also one mention of my sayuri and her son obito (5)

She didn’t have to ring twice before the door was ripped open. Sasuke’s hair was dishevelled as if he had run his hand through it one too many times and both his eyes were visible. Probably he hadn’t looked into the mirror for hours. He looked positively stressed out, which was such a strange view for him, especially in recent years.

“Upstairs,” he said and turned around without even saying hello and she just about found the time to discard her shoes and follow him before he disappeared around the corner to the stairs leading to the second floor. It had been about a year at this point since she’d last seen him, but tonight she’d suddenly gotten a call from his house and an urgent “Please come over”, so of course she had hurried there without a second thought.

Sasuke turned into one of the boy’s rooms. When Akami also entered, she could see what the problem was: Ren was turning on his bed, face red and sweating and eyes pressed close as if he was in restless sleep.

“We thought he was okay, but he suddenly started running a fever,” Sasuke said and sounded a little desperate. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do to help him.”

She felt flattered that he had thought of calling her first and foremost, but there was also a part of her that was amused at witnessing his first struggle as a parent. “Where are the others? Sakura-chan and Takeshi?”

“Hospital,” Sasuke said and, refusing to elaborate, continued: “Can you ease this for him?”

Akami crossed her arms: “No.”

“Why not?” The look of betrayal in his eyes almost made her laugh out loud.

“Your son needs his father to take care of him,” she said matter of factly. “You can do it, every parent can and if you don’t know how, you will learn it now.”

It was true that his mission often took him away from his family and that Sakura, being a world class doctor, would probably be more responsible for exactly these situations, but Sasuke needed to be able to handle it too. They had two kids after all.

“Get a towel.” Akami gestured to the door. “Cold water in a bowl, look for fever medicine wherever your medicine cabinet is, come back.” She snapped her finger - he walked out instantly

She wondered for a second if Sasuke even knew where towels and such were in his own house, given how seldomly he checked in, but when she heard cupboards open and bowls being moved she felt at ease. She’d long since felt that he was probably back in Konoha more often than he was willing to tell the Hokage, Itachi or even her.

Ren groaned and she put her hand on his forehead. He was quite heated up, but not life threatening if he would get some medicine and sleep. She wondered what had happened, especially with Sakura in the hospital with Takeshi too. There had been some commotion in the village during the day. She wondered if that was related and hoped it wasn’t.

Sasuke came spriting back, water spilling over the edges of his bowl. He sat down in front of his son and then looked up at Akami. “You are smart, you figure out what to do next”, she said and leaned against the cupboard behind her.

“Medicine,” Sasuke murmured and put the bowl down. She watched him open the little bottle and fill a bit of it on a spoon he had brought. His hand was slightly shaking when he brought it up to Ren’s mouth and forced the boy to drink it.

Ever since she’d known him he had been such a serious person, often frowning, always questioning. As an adult he had grown even more distant, wore mostly black and covered half his face so that even less of him could be seen, but here he was, his full worry and fear of being a bad parent on display. In the end his good heart always won

Ren took the medicine and Sasuke dowsed the towel in the water he had brought and put it on his forehead. The little boy whined a little at the sudden cold, but then eased back into his pillows. Soon he’d be asleep from the medicine and then his little body could recover.

Sasuke got back on his feet and wiped his own sweat off his head. “This is more stressful than getting away from a group of rampant cultists,” he murmured.

“So will you tell me what happened to Takeshi?” Akami put her head to the side. “Both kids caught the cold?”

“They were attacked in the morning,” Sasuke grinded his teeth together. “Coordinated attack on all the people related to the Uchiha, but they targeted the children first. Not only them, Itachi's and Kakashi’s son Obito. I was lucky to be in the area and having a gut feeling that something was up. I found the boys surrounded in the forest, but Takeshi was already seriously injured…”

Akami sucked in a breath of air and clenched her fist.

“..I took him to the hospital and Sakura took over. We thought Ren was alright, if shaken up, but now he suddenly got a fever…” He looked down at the child.

Who would do such a thing? Attack a bunch of 3 year olds to get to their parents? “What did you do with the attackers?”

“Cut their heads off,” Sasuke said coldly.

She smiled. “Good boy.” If he hadn’t done it, she surely would have.

“What about the other kids?” she asked, while mentally already replanning her morning so she could drop by the hospital and bring Takeshi some get-well-soon sweets.

“Itachi got to the guy before he could even touch Shisui,” Sasuke said and sounded a little proud. “Guess they thought they could fool a blind guy, but Itachi is Itachi.” Indeed, Akami thought, Itachi might have stopped being an active shinobi but he had always been outstandingly talented. “Haruka was sleeping with Mikoto in the inner house so they didn’t even notice what was going on.” Mikoto was so tiny, Akami didn’t even want to imagine what would have happened if they’d gotten to her.

“Obito was alone,” Sasuke sighed. “But Naruto heard him yell and came to his rescue. He brought the boy to Kakashi where we all found ourselves eventually.”

So that was what all the commotion had been about. Akami had seen soldiers running back and forth, but in the nature of Konoha being a ninja village this hadn’t seemed that extraordinary. “So what was it?”

“Someone wanted something from an Uchiha. Maybe revenge? They got access to the village without being spotted by the security system. Looks like we have a traitor around.” He let out a deep breath. “Everything seems to be adjusted for now. The biggest concern right now is that Kakashi’s wife is out somewhere on a solo mission.”

That explained why she had seen Saya leave the village in full ANBU updo. It was so rare for her to run missions these days.

Ren turned over and groaned a little. Sasuke instantly reacted and pulled the towel from his forehead to douse it in cold water again. Akami remembered suddenly how it had been when Sasuke had been first sick under her care. You never wanted to see your own kids suffer like that.

“They will be fine,” she said. “Both of them are strong and have strong parents.”

He didn’t turn to her. “I wonder if I’m ever going to be cut out for this.”

“You already are. You called me, because you know you needed help. If you weren’t cut out for this, you would have just left him there.” Akami slowly tried to get his hair back in order as if he was still 10 and too late for school. “You will never stop learning with these things, but you’re not doing too bad.”

“Maybe I’ll stay a little,” Sasuke said.

“That would be good, you need to keep an eye on him tonight.” She looked at the sleeping boy.

Sasuke got back up. “No, I mean here. Maybe I’ll stay here to make sure everything is fine. Put my mission on hold.” He clenched his fist. “Make sure they don’t come back.”

“Call me immediately if they do,” Akami poked into his chest. “So I can partake in the beheading.” He snickered a little. “Also, just call me in the morning, tell me how he is, how Takeshi is.”

He smiled and oddly reminded her of the person he was before he left the village all those years ago. “I will.Thanks for everything.”

#fic tag #here i am with my ninja clan #other peoples ocs #this is qued idk where i am when this goes live #ok i hope this is ok ashdfkasdhf i know i write sasuke different than canon because oyu know how i feel about him in canon #anyway marry christmas

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[Gilbert Von Obsidian Story Chapter 2]

----Part 1----

I now became Prince Gilbert's friend.

I safely returned back to the palace after what happened in the bookstore.

Gilbert: "Speaking of which, friends eat together, don't they?"

Prince Gilbert who seemed like he's in a happy mood, asked out of nowhere.

And me who is already exhausted, can only return a strained smile.

Gilbert: "Starting tomorrow, I'll have you prepare every meal next to me."

Emma: ".....Can I decline..."

Gilbert: "Oh, what's that? You wanna hear my military strategy?"

Emma: "Ah, I'm honored to have meal with you everyday, Prince Gilbert. I couldn't ask God for anymore."

Gilbert: "Ahahaha, I'm glad to see you excited as I am."

Emma: "........."

Gilbert: "Goodnight, little bunny."

Prince Gilbert easily flips off his cloak and turns his steps toward the guest room.

The moment his back was out of sight, I let out a huge sigh of relief.

(Let's go see Sir Sariel right now!)

Even after the Trampling Beast was gone, the feeling of helplessness didn't go away and my hands were shaking.

It was as if I was trapped in a situation where I was looking down from a long cliff and a tiger standing behind me.

(.....I won't cry, but I want to cry)

I started walking quickly with my head down and accidentally bumped into someone.

Emma: "S-Sorry, I didn't---"

Chevalier: "................."

Emma: "....mean to bump into you.."

Chevalier: ".............."

Emma: "Prince Chevalier?"

Prince Chevalier doesn't say anything and simply stares at me coldly.

The head of the external affairs faction is sometimes called the Ruthless and Cruel Beast, but he is also a man with a heart.

Without changing his expression, Prince Chevalier turned his back to me and started walking the way he came.

(Weren't you heading outside?)

Prince Chevalier looked back at me when I was standing still and moves his chin.

(Oh, are you asking me to follow you?)

...........

I quickly followed him and very arrived at the back row of the library.

(This place)

The shelves were jam-packed with books that are more artistic in nature, such as plays, poetry, and stories, rather than books of a practical nature.

The usual me would jump in excitement at the sight of it.

Chevalier: "I heard you went town with Eyepatch."

Standing next to a window under the moonlight, Prince Chevalier opens his mouth.

Chevalier: "What did he ask you to do?"

(Asking 'what he asked you to do' instead of 'what happened' shows how much insightful Prince Chevalier is)

Emma: "He asked me to be his friend."

Chevalier: "............"

Even I who has been staying at the royal court as Belle for a short time, could see it.

Prince Chevalier is by far the most intelligent and visionary of the eight princes.

Even for Prince Chevalier, the word 'friend' left him in a momentary surprise.

Chevalier: "Why did he ask you to be his friend?"

Emma: "I didn't quite understand either."

Thinking back to my exchange with Prince Gilbert, I report everything exactly to Prince Chevalier.

Eventually after I finish, silence resonate.

(Again in retrospect, there is a lot of mystery, but all I know is that there's some sort of plotting)

Emma: "Prince Chevalier....is there any way I can stop being friends with him?"

Chevalier: "Why do you want to stop?"

Emma: ".....I feel like the fate of my country depends on me, and I'm scared."

My heart still palpitates because depending on what I say or do, the beautiful roses could be stained with blood again.

I don't think I can handle any more responsibilities because I've got my hands full with the duties of Belle.

I bit my lip in frustration and Prince Chevalier chuckled.

Chevalier: "Didn't know you are so arrogant."

----Part 2-----

Chevalier: "Our country is not so fragile that it will fall because of the words and actions of one mere girl."

Chevalier: "Your statement just now, means that I am incompetent."

(............That's)

Rhodolite has eight noble beasts.

It's their duty to protect the country and my statement just now is tantamount to saying that they will not be able to fulfill that duty.

(Even though the Princes of Rhodolite would never lose to Prince Gilbert)

Chevalier: "You are a fool to take his threats seriously."

Emma: "....Please forgive me."

(I'm not alone)

I felt as if the threads of tension that had been clamping my heart is being blown away.

Chevalier: "A verbal apology is unnecessary."

Emma: "Ouch!"

His long finger flicked my forehead and I can't help but raise my eyebrow.

(I've been bitten, and flicked on the forehead...could this day get any more worse)

Chevalier: "As punishment, you must show me your sincerity."

Emma: "What do you mean?"

Chevalier: "Yeah, I was thinking of many ways to use you."

Prince Chevalier, with a smile, looked no less than the Trampling Beast itself.

Chevalier: "Be my pawn, imbecile."

Emma: "....Pawn?"

Chevalier: "As his friend, I want you to gather info."

(....!)

Emma: "You mean....to be a spy?"

Chevalier: "Only for me."

I held by breath at the offer made to me.

(I thought...being friends could be a bad thing, but I never thought, I could use it in this way)

Why did Prince Gilbert appear on the diplomatic scene and decided to stay in Rhodolite for an extended period or time?

In the first place, why has Obsidian, which has long maintained its diplomatic relations with the country started to make a move now?

There is too little information at hand to counter unknown threats.

But Prince Gilbert should know most of the answers that Rhodolite seeks.

(If I stick around, I might learn a thing or two)

(And based on that, Prince Chevalier and others can take countermeasures)

When I looked up at him, Prince Chevalier snickered at me.

Chevalier: "Incidentally, our personal spy never reveals info to anyone but his master."

Chevalier: "Do you know...what that means?"

Emma: "....The other princes must not know about this, right?"

Chevalier: "Yes. Report everything you learned about Eyepatch only to me."

Chevalier: "The other princes, bureaucrats, servants, even your butler. Don't trust anyone."

Emma: "Why..."

Chevalier: "A number of people from the Obsidian's side have already infiltrated the castle."

The sentence felt painful as if a rose thorn is stuck to my throat.

(But....I knew)

(The fact that Prince Gilbert knows 'Belle' means that someone tipped him off)

The 'someone' may be in a position to obtain confidential information about the Country of Roses.

Anyone, the princes, the court officials or even Rio could be that someone.

(I want to believe everyone but I need to accept the reality)

Chevalier: "Above all, the Trampling Beast excels at dominating and manipulating people."

Chevalier: "It's entirely possible that today's allies could become tomorrow's enemies."

(I don't even want to think about such a horrible thing happening, but....)

I'm sure Prince Chevalier knows more about Prince Gilbert than I do.

(And I'm no stranger to that)

I already know that there is no 'choice' in the options given by Prince Gilbert.

Emma: ".....I will remember that."

Nodding in acceptance, Prince Chevalier pulled out something shiny and golden out of his pocket.

He rubbed it with his thumb and placed in my palm.

Emma: "This is...?"

----Part 3----

(An insignia of a tiger)

Each Prince has one attached to their coat.

Their personal servants and knights wear plain insignia on their uniforms.

It was the first time I had ever seen Prince Chevalier's insignia.

Chevalier: "I can predict what Eyepatch is going to do next."

Chevalier: "I'm sure he will make some nasty demands in the future, and you won't have time to consult Glasses."

(Glasses...you mean Sir Sariel)

Chevalier: "You can make decisions on your own and don't have to ask for permission."

Chevalier: "I will take full responsibility for everything you do and say."

(....! So that's what this insignia is for)

It is a small emblem, but the meaning behind it is significant.

Emma: "....Can I really keep this?"

Chevalier: "As long as you do your job properly."

Chevalier: "As long as you're beneficial for me, I'll protect you."

Chevalier: "If I find you worthless, I'll cut you down myself if worse comes to worst."

Emma: "........"

Chevalier: "That's all for now."

(.....I was so worried that my hands were shaking, but now, I feel much more relaxed)

Prince Chevalier's presence was enough to bring warmth back to my fingertips.

Emma: "Thank you very much....I'll definitely live up to your expectation."

After bowing deeply, Prince Chevalier snickers and heads to the door.

But before he can leave, he stops.

Emma: "....Prince Chevalier?"

Chevalier: "Once there was a boy that said the essence of people was love."

(......Love?)

He continues talking without looking back.

Chevalier: "In this case, love is more like compassion for others."

Chevalier: "He said that there are no real bad people in this world, people become bad because of the influence of their surroundings."

Chevalier: "What do you think?"

(That's difficult.....)

It's a question I never thought about before.

I try to gather up all the words in my head, but I can't find any answers.

(Are you asking if the essence of a bad guy is 'love', right?)

The first person that came to my mind was Prince Gilbert.

(Does that person have something called 'love'?)

Can Prince Gilbert, who can trample on others with a smile, have any compassion for others?

I can only tilt my head in wonder.

Emma: "I don't know...."

Emma: "I think only Prince Gilbert can answer that."

Chevalier: "........."

Prince Chevalier says nothing and leaves the library.

(I wonder a day will come when I can understand the meaning of that question)

I clutched the insignia tightly in my hands.

............

After a bad day, I headed to the dining hall where the guests gathered.

Emma: "........"

Silvio: "..........."

Keith: ".........."

Gilbert: "Little bunny, you like sweets, don't you? Look look, I asked them to prepare a lot for you."

Gilbert: "Eat as much as you like. Oh and give me all the leftovers."

Gilbert: "Our country was food insecure for a while, so we don't want to waste our food."

Gilbert: "Fufu, what do want to eat first?"

(...What is this situation?)

Both Prince Silvio and Prince Keith, stopped eating and looked surprised.

Next to me, Prince Gilbert is smiling brightly waiting for me to start eating the mountain of sweets in front of me.

To begin with, the table is filled with food to feed at least ten people and there are only four of us.

At least 70% of the food is in front of Prince Gilbert himself.

(Lot of things are going wrong and his staring hurts even more)

I was prepared for this from the moment I was invited to dinner, but this is actually tougher than I thought.

Gilbert: "Hurry up. Or do you want me to feed you?"

Emma: "N-No.....Thank you for the food."

(I can feel the eyes in front of me wanting to say something but for once, I'll just let my mind go blank)

-----Part 4----

I picked up the fork and knife and started eating the cake in front of me.

Remembering the table manners that were drilled into me by Sir Sariel, I brought it to my mouth.

(.......I never even told Prince Gilbert that I like sweets in the first place)

Gilbert: "How is it?"

-----Options------

I'm nervous and can't taste

It's delicious

How about you, Prince Gilbert?

--------

Emma: "....I'm too nervous and can't taste."

Gilbert: "Hahaha, at least you're being honest."

I thought I might make him uncomfortable, but surprisingly he laughed happily.

Gilbert: "You don't have to be so polite, just because you're in front of us."

Gilbert: "If anyone says anything about manners, I'll shut them up...okay?"

(I can't fail)

Silvio: "Hey, you two-faced bastard. What do you see right now?"

Keith: "..Well, a little rabbit inside a tiger's cage who can't escape."

Silvio: "How did the little rabbit get inside that cage in the first place? Was she forced?"

Keith: "Can't say for sure..."

Gilbert: "Hehe What's wrong? Are you curious about our relationship?"

(....Finally someone asked)

Both Prince Silvio and Prince Keith must have been wondering since the goodwill party.

For the friendly Benitoite and neutral Jade, the Obsidian is a symbol of threat.

They must be wondering who the noblewoman is that was escorted by the Prince of enemy territory himself.

Emma: "We're friends."

Before Prince Gilbert can answer, I jumped in and replied.

(It's better than having him give hints that I'm Belle)

Silvio: "Huh? Don't lie so transparently."

Gilbert: "It's true. As proof, I know a lot about her."

Silvio: "Like?"

Gilbert: "There's a bakery near her house run by an elderly couple. She likes the sandwiches there."

(!?)

Gilbert: "One time, she bought some sandwiches and went to a hilltop to view the city and read a book.

Gilbert: "Sometimes, she even ends up reading books from morning till evening and because of that she caught a bad cold one time."

Gilbert: "Everyone in the town was worried about her."

(..........Only people who are close to me know about this stuff)

(And the last time I had a cold was before I met Rio, so that was at least three years ago)

I thought that I got the attention of Prince Gilbert because I became Belle.

I don't think there is a spy who would report even such trivial things in the past that would be of no use.

(Could it be the Prince Gilbert had his eyes on me, even before I became Belle?)

(....No way, I'm just a random town girl)

I have done nothing to attract the attention of a prince from such great nation.

I've never met Prince Gilbert before.

(I'll never forget such a distinctive person once I see them....)

But facts must be accepted as facts.

Prince Gilbert knows everything about me, probably.

(Who the hell am I to...)

The more I think about it, my fingertips tremble and my fork slips out of my fingers.

(....Oops)

I was about to pick it up in panic but Prince Gilbert's hands stopped me.

Gilbert: "Little bunny, it's the commoners who pick up what's fallen on the ground by themselves."

(Ah....)

Emma: "....Sorry. I panicked for a moment."

I sat back properly and looked towards the maid who was waiting by the wall.

The whole process of entrusting a dropped item and taking a new fork is another thing that was taught to me.

Thankfully, Prince Silvio and Prince Keith, did not pay attention.

Rather they gave me a sympathetic look.

Silvio: "From the looks of it, you got info about this woman from somewhere, didn't you?"

Gilbert: "Mm."

Silvio: "You don't know anything else, do you?"

Gilbert: "No no. I've got 100 more....do you wanna hear?"

(...........Someone please kill me)

Keith: "Prince Gilbert...even if you really are a friend, you're stepping too much into a woman's private life."

Silvio: "Do you know what they call people like you?"

Silvio: "Perverted stalker."

(Prince Silvio!?)

Gilbert: "Hahaha. I've never heard of that word before, because it doesn't exist in Obsidian."

Prince Gilbert didn't seem offended and simply laughed it off.

His smile looked like he was enjoying himself.

(....................I don't know anything about Prince Gilbert)

Emma: "Where did you hear these stories?"

Gilbert: "It's a secret."

-----Part 5----

After all that talking.

We stopped and resumed eating.

(I didn't expect you to tell me so easily anyway....)

Emma: "...So unfair."

Gilbert: "Hm?"

I gather my courage remembering the insignia I carefully held in my pocket skirt.

Emma: "Prince Gilbert knows so much about me, but I don't know anything about you."

Emma: "As a 'friend' don't you think....it's a little unfair?"

Gilbert: "Ahaha! It is."

Unexpectedly, he accepted my words.

Gilbert: "Friendship is a process of getting to know each other. Therefore you have the right to know me as well."

Gilbert: "But simply having meals with me everyday, won't help you to know all about me, I guess."

Gilbert: "I would have to be with you all day to tell you about me."

Gilbert: "So...hmm?"

(Why am I breaking out in cold sweat when I'm the one who started this conversation?)

Prince Gilbert puts her knife and fork down and wraps my hands with both of his cold hands.

I felt like a helpless rabbit being patted by a big smiling tiger, even though he was not being rough.

Gilbert: "Let me help you with your work."

Emma: "Huh!?"

Keith and Silvio: "Ah..." "Pfftt..."

Prince Keith drops his fork and Prince Silvio spits out his tea.

(Help me with my work?)

(The Trampling Beast, the world's bane, the prince of the enemy nation, Prince Gilbert....)

Gilbert: "You...assist the princes in their official duties for the sake of your studies, right?"

Emma: "....Yes."

Of course, he knows that too.

But that's from an outsider's perspective.

(Maybe what he really meant was, 'I'll help you select your King')

Gilbert: "If I help you, we'll be together forever, right?"

Emma: "But, don't you have your own work to do...?"

Gilbert: "Don't worry. I can make time for you."

Gilbert: "Not a bad idea, right?"

Emma: ".........."

Gilbert: "I don't know if there's anything wrong with me helping out."

Feeling the gazes of both Prince Keith and Prince Silvio, I looked at Prince Gilbert, who narrowed his gaze at me.

(If I decline here, he will definitely bring up the topic of 'Belle')

Either I accept it willingly or force myself to accept it.

Again, it's an unreasonable choice.

(....I would be panicking now if I hadn't met up with Prince Chevalier last night)

(But now I have other duties to perform besides being Belle)

I brushed off Prince Gilbert's hand and lifted the corners of my mouth.

Emma: "...I understand."

Emma: "If Prince Gilbert is willing to help me, I would like to take you up on your offer."

Keith and Silvio: "Miss Emma!?" "Huh!?"

Gilbert: "..Oh?"

Emma: "Because....I want to know about you too."

Silvio: "Woman, are you seriously an idiot? Do you really think you can handle this problem on your own?"

Emma: "....No."

(Maybe Prince Chevalier also saw this coming)

If I consulted Sir Sariel and the other princes, they would have surely kept me away from Prince Gilbert.

But no one knows what Prince Gilbert is up to.

So Prince Chevalier made the first move.

(If I had refused, it could have been used as an excuse to make things more complicated)

(....He's really a great guy and probably might be the only person who can read Prince Gilbert's all moves)

I take the insignia out of my pocket and attached it to my chest.

Emma: "There should be no problem, right?"

The first to react to the insignia with the tiger's crest on it was Prince Gilbert.

Gilbert: "Ahahaha! I see. So it's Chevalier..."

Gilbert: "Did he read my actions?"

Emma: "....."

Prince Gilbert's laughs out loud as if he was sincerely enjoying himself.

Gilbert: "This why Rhodolite is..."

Gilbert: "so worth crushing...."

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Life After High School

Written for Femslash February 2024 and the Sweetheart Bingo from @sweetspicybingo

Day 10. Ever After

Title: Life After High School

Ship: Damselshipping | Anzu/Asuka

Word Count:

Universe: GX - Canon Compliant

Rating: T

Tags: Meet Cute, Post-Canon, Flirting, Affection, Developing Relationship, Pre-Relationship

America really was everything that it was cracked up to be, Asuka discovered. It was a place of duality, of extremes in city life. It was completely different to her home country and for all its beauty and all its faults, she was glad that she had migrated there for university.

New York City, in particular, embodied this as it was the locale in which she studied and ergo knew best but just from this taste of the Big Apple, Asuka felt she knew all the country, all the states now.

The iconic spots of NYC - the Rockefeller Centre, the statue of Lady Liberty, Times Square, and Central Park - really were iconic! They were befuddling and dazzling, they took Asuka’s breath away as she revelled in what monuments to the modern American ideal they were.

Then there were the cons. There was to any place, any situation. The streets sometimes reeked and the subway was terrifying with how crowded it was and how the speakers never enunciated properly. The rats were big, too.

But even so, Asuka enjoyed her time in America tremendously. Though here she was the outsider. Not the inside of the upper echelon like she had become the focal point of during high school.

Life truly did exist after high school, amazingly enough. The ever after of it had Asuka enraptured. For the most part.

Her only complaint though was… Asuka would have liked more freedoms to enjoy given that the United States of America were meant to be the land of the free. But she had the complete opposite problem of anyone else in their coming of age movie era.

She wasn’t getting into trouble. She was staying far, far away from it and having no fun. By other people’s standards. Not so much her own as she very much considered her psychology textbook to be a hot Friday night date.

America was, allegedly, a place where anything was possible, any transformation of the self and attainment of glory. To feel like she was really pulling herself up by the bootstraps like Americans dreamed. It was kind of hard to feel that way when she had a rich family back home who wanted to nanny her still even from across oceans.

Asuka wanted to take up a pure and unadulterated mantle of responsibility. She was cooking her own meals and making her own choices, albeit really boring ones like studying until ten o’clock and being in bed by ten-thirty but still. Her parents were blowing up her phone asking how she was going, if she was settling in, and all that.

With their constant supervision, Asuka couldn’t even laugh at jokes about NYC rent being stupid high because hers was handled by her parents still. It wasn’t even a bad apartment, either. Close to school and close to the night life, too. Not that Asuka took much advantage of the latter. She was a studious young woman after all.

Something her brother would lament in particular. He knew, for sure, that if he were in her shoes, he would be tearing up the town and painting it red. So that’s why he took it upon himself to help her out.

“I got you a ticket to a Broadway show,” Fubuki said over the phone, “go out and enjoy it. I picked the one about a girl who studies hard to get into Harvard, even,. Just for you, sissy-pooh.”

“Sounds like a distraction to me.” Asuka said. “I’m kinda done with the tourist stuff. I want to try and be more… local.”

“Too bad, check your emails. You will find one ticket to Legally Blonde. Think of it as an early birthday present.”

“My birthday’s already come and gone.” Asuka grouched. “And you sent me a care package for it already.” She huffed in addition.

“It came from the bottom of my heart regardless. Please. Take one night off.” Fubuki begged her.

“Fine. Only because I don’t want you wasting your money on me.” Asuka said and that was that.

She was going. She had never even heard of the play Legally Blonde before nor the movie. She was kind of behind on any and all pop culture, at home and abroad but sure. Looking over the synopsis, Asuka kind of dug it since she was also a smart blonde. Fubuki knew her well, bless.

Asuka checked her emails and the seat he had booked for her was decent, too. Not too close but not in the boonies either. A nice respectable seat in the middle. The only thing that really sent her for a surprise was that the showing was in three days’ time. Yup, trust Fubuki to let her know at the last minute. She didn’t even have anything to wear so she had better find something nice and quick-smart.

Though a trip to the mall the next day did fix that. Maybe getting her into the mall crawl was also part of Fubuki’s dastardly plan to get Asuka somewhere other than her house or her university’s lecture hall.

Night of the show, she put on a nice pair of slacks and matched it with a varsity, vest-cut sweater. Perfect for a brisk New York night on Broadway and made her way there via public transport, setting off so she could sit in her seat for at least twenty minutes in advance.

That extra twenty minutes she had allocated for herself came in clutch, too, because it was incredibly busy being debut night. Asuka bought herself some snacks and also bought some merchandise, too. Something practical - a tote bag which she could use as a book bag - and reasoned it was good to show support for local acts.

She read in the small print of the program that the majority of the performers were all New Yorkers in one form or another. Some had moved here specifically for the job, others moved with it, the professionals playing the big name characters.

With a couple minutes to spare before curtains open, Asuka sat in her seat and waited. She was more excited than she thought she would be but the atmosphere was infectious. The passion the performers had, their nerves, emanated from the wings and mixed with the joy of her fellow performance goers. Asuka found herself getting swept up in the zeitgeist of it and soon enough was rewarded for it.

She had a fabulous time to say the least.

Asuka didn’t know much about theatre or performance but she felt that everyone pulled their weight. There wasn’t a dull moment, she split her sides laughing at the comedy and found her toe-tapping to gaudy musical numbers. She found herself getting genuinely invested in seeing the protagonist succeed and one-up her ex-boyfriend and find herself in this strange new world of law without compromising herself.

It was excellent and that was just the main cast members!

The back-up dancers and chorus were great, too, and curiously enough, there was one Asuka kept her eye on. It was for no particular reason but she was fantastic. There was this one brunette dancer with striking blue eyes, they loved to put her in different scenes. She seemed like a hard worker and she was working hard, the one everyone else seemed to rely on to be in time with the music.

Asuka made a game of trying to spot her through the costume changes…

It was embarrassing but by the end of it, Asuka couldn’t help herself. She didn’t just applaud the performers and crew for their effort, she gave them a standing ovation. She was the only one in her row who did and she did cop some side-eye for it but that just made her clap harder, until her hands turned red and raw. They deserved it!

Though contrary to how enthusiastically she clapped, Asuka was somewhat eager to leave. She had a bedtime after all. Even if she was an adult.

After the show, as Asuka was leaving the venue and made it onto the glitzy street, she saw one of the dancers out of the corner of her eye. Asuka didn’t want to dilly-dally, she wanted to get straight home because she was boring like that but when saw that young woman, she knew she had to say hello. To be polite, compliment her on the hard work she had put into her performance. It was only right.

She just hoped that she wasn’t interrupting anything important. Asuka glanced her over - her long, lithe legs and her hand by them which was… holding a pack of gum. Huh. Not a cigarette like she expected. She thought New Yorkers were the hard boiled type but looking closer again, Asuka could see her chew.

So, holding onto the tote bag that she bought at the merch stand, to help support the theatre, Asuka walked up to her, “Hello.”

“Hi.” she said, trying to figure out if she was talking to an obsessive fan or not.

Asuka’s awkwardness as she muddled through the etiquette of the post-show daze made it more difficult than it had to be. And Asuka was aware. She could see the dancer balance friendly and guarded in the blue of her eyes.

“I, um, just wanted to say. You were excellent tonight.” Asuka said. “I’ve never said this about any dancer but I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”

“Aw, thanks.” she said then got up from where she sat. “It's my first time getting told that.”

“Really? But you're so talented, you must have practised so hard.” Asuka gawked.

“This was, um, my first production where I wasn’t an understudy.” she said. “I’ll remember this, thank you.”

“Me too.” Asuka said and bowed.

The dancer had a flash of recognition in her eyes at Asuka’s courtesy.

“Um, excuse me, can I ask a personal question?” she asked.

“Sure?” Asuka said as she pulled back.

“Are you Japanese?” she asked.

“I am. My name is Tenjoin Asuka, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Asuka said and bowed again for good measure but this time…

The dancer did the same. “I thought so, I’m Japanese, too.” she said then introduced herself also, “The pleasure’s all mine, my name is Mazaki Anzu, I’m from Domino City.”

“Ah,” Asuka gasped, “I've visited before. It’s a lovely and exciting place,” she laughed, “would visit again. You are very fortunate to be able to call it your hometown.”

Anzu giggled and Asuka smiled. They paused, studied each other, their looks, their demeanour and that moment of guardedness from before, and awkwardness, too, melted away. They felt a comfortable silence in the beat before Anzu spoke again.

“My co-workers typically go drinking after a show but it’s not really my scene. I get the vibe that the hard-rock party isn’t your scene either.” Anzu said and Asuka felt her ears burn.

“I-I am.” Asuka replied.

She had to be mistaken. She simply had to be. She was infamously dense but she could swear that she was being flirted with right now.

“Well…” Anzu said, dragging out the syllables in that one word. “Do you want to hang out some more? Go somewhere? Your choice, of course.”

Asuka felt her heart leap out of her chest. Nope. Not mistaken. Though she couldn’t believe her ears. Her mouth dried as her throat clogged with words. Miraculously, despite all that, she did muster a reply.

“Sounds like fun.” she said. “Want to, uh, go to mine? I’ve got light refreshments. Tea, coffee…”

“I’d love a coffee right about now.” Anzu said and that settled it.

So, together, they set off. Asuka took Anzu back to hers via the same route she had come. She had never brought a stranger back to her apartment before and so, her heart pounded. Not that she thought Anzu was a bad person, or anything, quite the opposite.

Anzu was lovely. She had a warm glow about her and was oh so charming.

It was… It felt risky. Very much out of Asuka’s comfort zone but right about now, as she unlocked the front door to her apartment, that was where she wanted to be. She heard a click and then turned the handle.

“Nice place you got.” Anzu said as she peered into the darkness.

“Thanks.” Asuka said and she flipped a switch.

“Even nicer with the lights on.” Anzu joked.

Asuka agreed mutably as Anzu stepped inside first.

In doing so, it made Asuka’s own apartment feel oddly surreal and unknown to her as she allowed Anzu inside. They had a quick tour but it was mostly unimportant as they just made a beeline for her living room.

Together, they saddled up on the lounge in front of a turned off TV and Asuka’s collection of coffee table books and had a chat whilst her kettle warmed. It was well past midnight by now but both were craving a coffee to go with those hardcover books and, of course, the conversation, too.

They went back and forth getting to know one another. Two Japanese nationals in New York City, more or less fresh out of high school, they had plenty to talk about and talking came easily to them. The light conversation slipping into deep and meaningful territory in a matter of minutes (which were actually hours by the time they caffeinated themselves).

“That’s crazy, I can’t believe it.” Anzu said.

“Six degrees of separation is what they call it.” Asuka chuckled.

“When I’m in town next, I’ll have to tell Grandpa that I met his friends from Duel Academy then.” Anzu joyfully agreed.

“So, um, what brings you so far away from Domino City?” Asuka asked.

Anzu stared at her, a brow quirked.

“You know what I mean!” Asuka squealed. “Like has dancing on Broadway always been your dream or would you have been happy on an idol’s stage or… community theatre.”

“Broadway has always been my dream.” Anzu replied. “Ever since I was a little girl, it was Broadway or bust.”

Asuka exclaimed, murmuring Japanese under her breath. She was impressed. For so long, she didn’t have that drive. That direction. It made her a little bit jealous.

When she recovered from the absolute awe she had for Anzu’s motivation, she had another question, “You said tonight was your first time as first string, does it stop there or will the next time Legally Blonde plays, will you be Elle Woods?”

“I can’t sing or act to save my life.” Anzu said. “But that’s fine. Dancing is my passion, it's all I want to do.”

“Wow.” Asuka said.

“Besides,” Anzu harrumphed, “they prefer Elle to be a natural blonde so I think I wouldn’t be considered anyway. But you…” She lifted her hand off her coffee cup and reached towards Asuka. She ran her hand through Asuka’s hair and she could feel her soul ascend as attraction ignited from just the sensation of her fingertips. “You could get that part on looks alone.”

“I-I haven’t got a musical bone in my body.” Asuka stammered, flustered.

“We can’t all be the triple threat,” Anzu agreed, “but beauty and brains, that’s more than enough for most.”

“Y-You are also very beautiful, Anzu.” Asuka complimented her.

“Thanks.” Anzu replied.

She gave Asuka a wink as she drew her hair closer to her face. Anzu kissed her knuckles through the strands of Asuka’s hair and relished Asuka’s crimson hued expression. She knew all too well that this was Asuka’s first time being treated like this.

Her heart raced within her chest, her mind too. Anzu was all too flirty with her and for the first time, Asuka had someone she wanted to be flirty with. All in all culminating in what was truly a night of nights for Asuka…

#femslash #femslash february #femslash february 2024 #yugioh #yugioh gx #yugioh duel monsters #gx #duel monsters #ygodm #damselshipping #asuka tenjoin #tenjoin asuka #mazaki anzu #anzu mazaki #writing tag #life after high school #clover and violets #clover and violets 2024 #sweet and spicy bingo

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tragicsibsshowdown · 1 year

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Hi! I initially just came by the blog to see what stage the tournament was at now (it can get confusing with so many brackets going on aha). But then I saw all your posts about the Submas vs. Layton situation, and I really wanted to apologize for all that, too.

I think the brunt of it came after I voted, so I had no idea just how intense the poll had gotten until a lot later on. Even so, I very much agree that we in the Layton fandom collectively got out of hand with our reaction to this poll in the worst way. A core theme of our series is acting like a true gentleman (gender inclusive), and yet it wasn't very gentlemanly of us to subject either you as the bracket-runner or the Submas fans as our opponents to seeing that sort of bitterness. I don't have a very large following in general and am not always present when stuff like this goes down, but I still wish I could have personally done more to kind of mollify the hostility.

I wanted to thank you as well for handling the situation and enforcing your boundaries with firmness and grace. The decision to advance both sets of siblings to Round 2 is a fair and responsible one in my opinion. I really hope my comrades can also accept the decision with humility and will keep their passion from veering into unkindness moving forward. This tournament is just for fun, after all! We should each do our part to keep it that way.

Take care, and best of luck with the rest of the bracket! 💚

I’m so glad genuinely to hear this, both of us are really touched by this and this means a lot to us. We’re very glad to hear this from someone in the Layton fandom too and we’re so glad that so far we’ve gotten such good feedback on this descion. It’s really curbing any anxiety we had about it.

So thank you, and we will do our very best to! Hope you and everyone else have fun with the rest of the bracket as well.

#asks #tragicsiblingsshowdown2023 #tragicsiblingshowdown2023

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lgcseojin · 1 year

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✱ TRACK 010

— LGC SPRING BOYS: reflection

When it came down to offering a reflection, Seojin's tendency to joke, speak casually, and inability to take much seriously shifted completely. Even that strong Gyeongsang dialect of his retreated into something more formal and concise. He recalled Hyuncheol's words. The company dedicated a large amount of time and resources into this project and any trainee ( or debuted actor and model ) would be a fool to take it for granted. Perhaps the addition of a number of stressful situations in his personal life piled on top of his career choice finally culminated and nearly managed to crush him. When not among the other trainees, he simmered down in this formal setting.

"I wannaㅡ I want to start by commenting that I'm seriously thankful for being granted with the role of subleader. It's a huge responsibility, and I definitely didn't take it for granted. It did a lot to help me keep my head on my shoulders, and make sure the other members could do the same. I commented before, I want to be someone reliable... someone that the younger trainees can look up to and come to for advice or help without hesitation or feeling scared to speak up. When Akio and Baekhyun came to me for advice or Byeongkwan needed to regain focus, it's when I really felt like 'oh, so this is real'. It was a great opportunity for me to explore and I liked it a lot, especially seeing everyone do so well afterwards. It wasn't easy. It never is dealing with other people, different views and working methods. But that conflict or those confrontations of where we could just strive to be better are necessary for us to work as a cohesive unit. A team... and the result just makes me beam with pride. It made me think that I could continue in a role like this. So, for that, I'm incredibly grateful that I got to do so... and I hope I did well helping Sanghyun out with his own larger role overall. I think we worked well together and he looked after me, too, when things were getting tough. There's still a lot I can improve and learn from."

He continued on with his reflection; albeit it was now teetering on a ramble. "I really enjoyed getting to know more of the guys and there were a lot of opportunities to. It got a little chaotic there but nothing I can't handle, right? I was also glad to see Jaesun and Yeonwoo but this time as celebrities. Having known them both for a while, it was kinda surreal to see them on a show like this." A smile bloomed on his face. He found the classroom setting especially fun, a good practice for when he goes on Knowing Brothers someday. Whenever that could be. "I just wish I could have teased all of the hosts a bit more. I was having fun, even if I was getting the wrong answers but going to Everland is a pretty good deal. Oh, and Alex needs to work on his rock paper scissors skills." He shot a playful gesture of finger guns.

"The thing is, I'm very competitive, in the end. It probably came through during the most during laser tag." Seojin laughed, seemingly amused by his own actions during the activity. He certainly treated it with passion. "I really wanted to win and there's this huge part of me that is super satisfied that we did. I hope Tee is thankful that the team brought honor to his name. Corporal Park made a reappearance on the battlefield." He gave a firm salute at his temple. "Plus, the bamboo festival was really fun and I enjoyed catching fish. It was really beautiful. Also, I'm into carving lately... so I paid for some to take home to practice on."

"And. Ah... The performances, though. I can't forget to talk about that." He glanced off to the side, slowly breaking into a bashful grin. He clapped his hands together. "The songs! I think that they fit the theme of spring well. Upbeat and refreshing. I'm... Well, my image isn't exactly a 'fresh' one, to put it lightly. I had a hard time adapting to it, like usual. I guess I've got more of a tsundere image, as it's called? Something sharp and playful... but I was able to show that I'm not just restricted to one box and that I have the ability to be more versatile." He chuckled, and grimaced at the replay of his own image in his head. "Usually I'm not into such bright songs, though, since I feel I don't particularly fit them... I actually really liked Do It Like This. It looked really fun and I'd love to do a concept like that. My good friend Noeul was in that song, so I'm a bit jealous. That song and LO$ER=LO♡ER were by far my favorites despite not being in those units."

Seojin hummed in contemplation. He was uncertain whether or not he should be completely honest or if a more diplomatic wording would be proper route. "The only thing is, I wish I could have gotten to show my vocal skills more... I feel I haven't yet had the chance to display that to the public yet. That's the only thing that felt disappointing for me. So I can only hope to do so more in the future and show myself as a capable vocalist." He spoke with a gentle certainty, a sincere glint simmers in his eye and small upturn of his lips brighten his face. The assertive and animated Seojin had taken a break to calmly explain his perspective on something he possessed so much passion for.

"I'll end this off by saying... I know because of how many other members there are, it would be difficult to organize and schedule everything but the fans and company will be satisfied with the result. I'm just happy to be able to be here. I'm so grateful to have even been given the chance. Seriously."

#✱ ㅡ alone with my thoughts. ( solo )#lgc:springboys #seojin rambling #mentioned a bunch of peeps!!#wrote this like a week ago but got too shy to post it until now...#sob

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I can admit, I've definitely been pretty harsh on Ricky in defense of Gina (mainly b/c she's my favorite character and I hated seeing her in pain in S2😭) but I agree with you that no one should be calling him toxic, regardless of what you ship. He is still a teenage boy who is learning how to go about life.😙 I've deff seen a lot of hate towards Ricky while S2 was airing, claiming he was toxic to Nini and the relationship was toxic for both. I've also seen some claim he's toxic towards Gina. I don't agree w/ labeling him as "toxic," he's just a bit misguided. It was (slightly) infuriating post-2.07/2.08 seeing most of the fandom call Ricky out on his "toxicity" t/w Nini yet no one pointed out how she wasn't being very truthful to him thruout S2.🙄 All that to say, I'm so glad to see Ricky more laid back and happy in the promo shoots for S3 that was just released. I'm genuinely hoping this is a truly happier season for him.☺️ What do you think S3 holds for Ricky?

hi oh gosh thanks for the ask- i feel like this is probs SUCH a late response but i always tend to forget about stuff in my inbox after a bit haha.

honestly, i sorta think people just need to be gentler to each other in general on the internet haha. and i appreciate that you like- recognize your own feelings / behavior, that's more than a lot of people do :)

that whole storyline about gina liking ricky and ricky being with / being in love with nini and that crushing gina to watch- being entirely from gina's pov makes it easier for viewers to just hate him for his somewhat careless actions, but the end of the day that's unnecessary. i answered an anon ages ago where i said something along similar lines. like you can feel really bad for the way it all made gina feel without saying he's toxic towards gina, or insulting him generally speaking.

ricky and nini's season 2 relationship is complicated and it gets relentlessly oversimplified by the fandom, and the way the show presents the whole situation it makes it all the worse for ricky, particulalry when compounded with the fact people are very clearly supposed to be feeling sorry for gina. like whether they think he's toxic to gina, nini, or both, i've seen a good bit of that sort of narrative tossed around, and it's very over the top to say the least. i'll say i somewhat understand why viewers are quick to blame everything that went wrong on ricky (with this breakup and somewhat in general lbr, it's a narrative framing thing)... the way 2.08 handled the breakup for example, while incredibly emotional and lovely for the most part, leaves a lot of viewers feeling quite satisfied bc they can just blame everything on ricky- because he's the only person ever made to apologize... i can get into the nuances of that another time though this is already long haha. honesty was indeed a problem for her this season when it came to him, but lbr both characters were scared and i have a good bit more to say about the fight and stuff maybe another time. i'm very prone to want to defend ricky first and foremost given how viewers can treat him so yeahhh.

ricky does seem laid back / happy in the two promo photos we've seen... but i'll be honest, i don't think that necessarily means he's going to be having a good time this season. i mean the season 2 promo shoots didn't mean much for the season and such- the only truly "in character" thing about them were the necklaces haha. rip the 'freaky callback boy' and 'freaky math girl' necklaces. you will be sorely missed but also not missed bc monitoring all the promotional imagery for signs of the chains of necklaces to monitor the potential status of their relationship was just a LOT.

i hope he does have a good summer i just- this show does not have a good track record of letting ricky be happy. (throwback to that happy ricky bowen scenepack from season 1 being only like 51 seconds). tbh the fact of lily only being a guest star means that chances are, they're not going to use that storyline to its full potential, which doesn't bode well for ricky necessarily but also does at the same time? idk. it just depends on how they do handle him this season. regardless of lily's absence, i still think ricky's probably going to be the character getting left out in the cold. otherwise- and this is just entirely speculation based on even less than my prior theory about ricky... it could maybe be ej? i doubt it will be ej given this could be the beginning of the end for him and they'll want to keep him on a mostly upward trajectory. but if ej is a counselor, and can't audition, etc. maybe he feels a bit distanced from the wildcats group and such... idk. that's a whole different conversation though haha. if anyone's curious about what i think that could look like feel free to lmk. i don't think it will happen. but i guess you never know, it just came to me while i was rambling on this post.

what do i think the season holds for ricky? i don't know. potentially some distance from his friends, perhaps in part due to his distant relationship to theatre, the fact it was nini's thing first- the fact he's done both musicals for her- the fact he's probably at her same theatre camp- where she got with ej no less- without her... these were her friends before his... i'll be somewhat disappointed if they don't use the nini thing at all with him this season. their characters were so strongly tethered previously, that they need to prove he can be truly over her if they're wanting to put him in a lasting relationship. (bc even if they don't try to do it now i'm sure they'll want to down the line) and right now he's not there. he's trying with lily as of the season finale, but given she's only a guest star (which i think is a wasted opportunity) i don't think they're going to use that arc to help him move forward the way they could've. to get there i think he needs to either do theatre for himself or decide that like for nini- maybe theatre's not his one big passion either. either the former can occur / start to occur at camp, or they can start on a trajectory towards the latter.

basically- i don't know what to expect? i have a few ideas... but i think the two week timeline stifles (not necessarily rules out but seriously dampens) a lot of my previous theories / thought processes bc not very much character development can happen for any of these kids in two weeks. like i know sometimes we have quick OH moments of realization but usually change takes time. ricky's especially going to need time because y'know... change is hard for him in particular. it's why him letting go of nini for real is going to have to be a work in progress this season in a consistent storytelling perspective (from where i'm sitting).

that said- if camp is happening at the VERY end of summer... maybe i'll rethink some of these ideas. camp being at the start, the middle, or the end of summer makes a big difference to me in terms of certain potential plotlines and ideas. i don't really know.

#hsmtmts #insomniactalks #answered #//the last few parts are a bit rushed bc i'm heading out of the house but i didn't want my draft to go away accidentally later.#hsmtmts: ricky bowen #hsmtmts season 3 #hsmtmts: speculation #in defense of ricky bowen

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chromatophorica · 2 years

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I'm very hesitant to go into DMs with you. I feel like so much of this has been said behind closed doors and I was encouraged to keep it that way like I was encouraged not to publish my work to "protect" me from getting "torn to shreds". I don't like secrecy, anon bullshit, or subterfuge. I also can't talk to you on discord as we don't share a server. Honestly, like I did with Cor when she tried to justify herself, I have to call BS on this response. I literally said "imagine if you talked to me instead of about me." That literally means talk to me instead of about me. I'm not sure how you misread that without intentionally doing so. Also in that post, you equivocate over whether I was banned or not as if the actual term matters. The result is the same. You made sure I couldn't be a part of your server based on a baseless accusation. You even acknowledge that you don't think it was the right move but you upheld it anyway, enforcing something you knew was wrong. You also keep talking about how "bangs are private" and you all weren't aware of the content so your hands were tied. Again, BS. This is such a weird point because I posted the work in its complete form the day after Cor made her claim. You had access to it almost immediately so I don't understand how you can keep saying you couldn't have done anything different. Even before that, you could have literally just asked to see the draft. But you didn't. You made decisions ABOUT me without talking TO me. Also stop calling what Cor did a mistake. It wasn't a mistake. It was a choice. If it was a mistake, she would've apologized not thrown a rock and hidden her hand. I'm not asking you to apologize for her, I'm asking you to apologize for your role in this but that's fucking moot right because its not an apology if I have to beg for it. And how are you not ignoring it? You're thinking "future incidents" when this one was never dealt with. How can you handle future "mistakes" if y'all can't even face this one? When this came up in the big bang, those mods made immediate contact and discussed an action plan WITH me about how handle the situation and move forward. I had to bang on your inbox to even get you to acknowledge me. I didn't even bother with the other mod because if you looked at her socials, you wouldn't know anything happened at all. Maybe y'all addressed it in discord but again, how tf would I know that? It's disingenuous. It's nasty.

i'm honestly starting to get a little worn out from all of this & without throwing my friend (who excused herself for mental health reasons & found the fandom in general was part of the cause for their poor mental health but still) under a bus—

cor jumped to a conclusion, misinformed as it was; cor stood by this and it resulted in a group of mods agreeing not to accept u back into a server—it wasn't fair & we accept that as an entity of mods.

i'll be perfectly honest i don't know what role u think i played in this. beyond the fact that we, as a group, didn't accept ur rejoin into the server after u left. nothing was said in the discord, nothing was mentioned in dms or chats. the only mention of accusations against u came in ur authors note. we had nothing to address because to most people, they had no understanding of anything at all. it wasn't like the situation with bythia where almost everyone was aware, it wasn't even like the issue later with gg where conversations were divulged.

i am glad the bang mods addressed the issue of a bang fic in their event with u.

i am absolutely sure that this isn't going to be to ur liking. but again; i'm not sure what else u honestly expect from me or us as a server.

#fandom discourse #squid answers

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rabbitindisguise · 2 years

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It took me 24 hours but I came around to figuring out I messed up, how, and how to fix it, but it's . . . it's a lot. It's something that has been a very integral thing to becoming a better person and taking responsibility for my actions, and not causing conflict. And so this post is much longer than some others.

I've been using this:

And I thought because I had made a lot of progress I was okay with something that I wasn't okay with- and over confident that if I wasn't I could handle it. I ended up messing up the first step of having a good discussion and had an argument as a result of that (something I'm trying really hard to avoid).

The other mistake I made was projecting and focusing on the mistakes of other people, which is common result after I feel defensive and start an argument that wasn't happening before I caused it. One of my primary goals is focusing on changing myself, not trying to change other people, and taking responsibility for my actions as an adult so that I don't hurt anyone I care about. Projecting doesn't succeed at doing any of those goals, and it deflects blame for my actions into other people without me properly holding myself accountable for them.

I realized this around dinner by examining the facts and evidence (other conversations that have gone well, and this conversation that made me uncomfortable). I eventually realized what I did on my own before I was told what I did by someone else which is- unfortunately- progress. Since I've done that, I can properly apologize without all the defensiveness getting mixed into the attempt at an apology . . . though not right now because I'm too upset and it would be more self flagellation than it would be helpful. I think tomorrow maybe I'll check in with myself and compose a couple drafts. I'm hoping that the impact was bigger to me than it was for other people, but I'm preparing myself for having enough energy to do more than getting told it wasn't a big deal. I'm not sure if being told it wasn't a big deal is an affect of being proactive, or if I make people too uncomfortable to be honest, but solving this problem should address some of the reasons I could be making people uncomfortable.

I know being willing to come around, remorse helping motivate my change rather than entrench me in my behaviors, placing the responsibility squarely on my own shoulders, and feeling the urgency of the problem acutely is all very important to making progress on it (and awareness that I didn't have before) so I should feel better about this than I actually do. It is, strictly speaking, a kind of progress.

Unfortunately it's those very things that make it so difficult to acknowledge the good things. Logically, this is like anything else I've done this past month. The topic is much more emotionally charged though because of how much of a problem it has been in the past. I think that's part of what's contributing to the feeling that this isn't a victory, though I'm glad I could figure it out myself using the methods I have been using and eventually coming up with a possible solution that's a concrete step to the problem I can work on. The things I needed for progress when this happened before were something I lacked, because I justified my assumption that I was being argued with rather than realize it was baseless. And everything else I justified with the idea that I was mentally ill and convinced I couldn't change it (and my psychiatrist telling me that these things were normal concerns was a revelation that let me get started on these problems). Being past that has made the effort on changing more effective I think, along with the medication, sleeping regularly, and eating regular meals.

The confluence of events that preceded it made it harder to focus on what I could do about it, and caused a panicking sinking sensation that the stuff I wasn't doing wasn't enough- which fed into my guilt and self imposed helplessness about the situation. It occurred after a period of stagnation where I was making very little progress. I loosened up on holding back from saying anything more than active listening because things had been good for awhile. I justified this by thinking that maybe I could consider harder, more difficult conversations since having a detox from activism. I ignored the fact that I noticed my emotions were murkier and more distant from my awareness because I assumed it something that would pass, or wouldn't impact me. I dismissed my concerns that there would be another shoe that would drop soon since it typically does after a big event happens: I feel bad, and then I work through those emotions, and I make the same mistakes (and before I would double down and get upset when criticized- I'm hoping being proactive and apologizing has helped prevent that, but knowing this is still I problem I need to come up with a way to intercept me doubling down. I also should figure out a way to handle topics where I have a disagreement but it's not about topics I can avoid). I wasn't as cautious as I could have been of the depressive episode I'm slowly slipping into. I can't dwell on these things too long because I need to make the apology I give about the other person. However I need to record that they happened and make a note to notice these things going forward, and maybe make a habit chart to use to be cautious of tackling new or difficult things in the future.

Ultimately I've come to the conclusion that the way I was trying to say things to reflect my intentions (being clear about my uncertainty, trying not to talk loudly, trying it redirect the conversation to stuff we agreed on, and leaving as soon as I realized the conversation wasn't going anywhere) didn't work to change my behavior. Doing these things can't blunt the impact of me arguing too much when I disagree, and I need to remember that saying an argument nicely is still an argument. Since I've had better success with not arguing with people on Tumblr since not engaging with things I disagree with, I need to treat all disagreements in person like posts I don't agree with on Tumblr. By blanking it out entirely, beyond paying attention to who said it so I can avoid talking about it with them or around them, hopefully I can stop starting conflicts in person as well as I did online. It sucks that I'm so bad at this I can't handle it, but it's better to stop doing the behavior than to try and fix it while risking hurting people's feelings. I'd rather be incompetent at disagreeing than making that everyone else's problem. I want to be a person people are comfortable around. I want to be the kind of person who can have amicable conversations about things that mean a lot to me while being willing to change my mind too, but this has shown I can't do that yet (and I might never get there), and so I have to let this goal go to solve the more pressing problem.

And just to combat my doubts from earlier today: this is worth doing and I am making progress, no matter how difficult and slow and tedious it can feel or how much it can hurt to know I hurt others in the past many magnitudes more than I realized. I think it's worth doing regardless of any rewards because there's no way I can let myself give up until I can achieve the bare minimum of not being mean, and eventually strive for achieving being nice. Everything I'm doing is worth that security and reassurance with myself.

It's a relief to finish this post. It's probably not perfect, but I'm glad it's done. It was cathartic to write, and erase all the things I said that I didn't agree with physically by deleting them. I removed whole paragraphs and rephrased some sentences at least three or four times. Even if the first time I didn't say it in the way I needed to, I got there eventually.

#personal #mental illness #Lex don't read yet please?

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dearlordsanta · 2 years

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Hard to feel like a wife

I had a really strong burst of negative feelings toward my husband the other day. I almost came on right away to type about it, but that kind of venting would have been counterproductive. Sometimes you need to take a step back and breathe, even before anonymous journal venting.

If you've read my previous entries, you'll see that my husband and I have a great relationship. We have a strong foundation of friendship, otherwise, we wouldn't have made it through the first two years of his illness. Because he and I have a good relationship, I didn't want to come on here to vent it out because then that puts negative connotations on our relationship. Regardless of whether he knows about what I am saying (he doesn't know about this blog, so he'd never know), the fact that I would say such things about him behind his back would say much more about me than it ever could about him.

That all being said...it's really hard to feel like a wife sometimes. I'm sure husbands of chronically ill spouses get that feeling too. My husband had a couple weeks in a row of really good health, I believe I mentioned that in a previous entry, but he relapsed when we overdid it on a trip we risked taking and he's been on this flare-up ever since. It's frustrating for him, so it makes him extremely cranky. That's not what got to me the other day though.

The other day, I was out and about running errands, I hadn't been gone long (I try not to leave him alone too long, especially when he's not doing well), but it had been maybe an hour and a half or so. I was already annoyed because one of the dogs had peed on the floor and he didn't clean it up, he left it for me to get. There was also a bug trapped under a cup in the kitchen (my husband doesn't do bugs) and I needed to go out and run errands. Most of the time it doesn't bother me, but the other day it got under my skin. See, he doesn't help with any of those things even when he is well. Since this was a light flare-up (some nausea and fatigue), I had asked him to help me out with little stuff he could handle. He hadn't. When I ask him to help me do something I get responses like, "I'm doing the best I can" or "I just really haven't been doing well". Don't get me wrong. He's NOT faking it...he REALLY isn't well. However, emotions don't function on reason.

So, anyway, already irritated because as soon as I got up I had to clean up pee off the floor, get rid of the bug, run my errands, and when I got back...he said he wasn't feeling well and needed water.

Yup...that's what made me lose my mind. Water.

He said, "I'm not doing well...I need water." I said, "That would probably help, you should get water." Then I realized...he was expecting me to get him the water. I shamed him a bit as I got him water and added in the powdered electrolytes. He gave me the "I'm doing the best I can" line and I just fumed. He hadn't done anything that day. He hasn't showered in over a week, he's not helping with the dogs, he won't kill a bug, he has been leaving garbage everywhere, and there are a lot of other things going on right now too. I just allowed myself to be mad. I was mad and, for a very brief time, I hated him.

People may think I am awful saying that, but relationships are hard. Marriage is hard. Dealing with an illness is hard. Dealing with a spouse with an illness is hard. Having to deal with all this, the financial and emotional strain it comes with on top of normal life stuff is really freaking difficult. Part of why I keep this blog is to help me and, if someone in my situation sees this and it helps them feel okay about hating their spouse sometimes, then I'm really glad I am doing this.

We're all only human and we're doing the best we can. Some days are harder than others. Some people go through their lives with very little turbulence while others aren't so lucky. Some have it worse than me, sure, but it doesn't make the situation suck less.

It's okay to be pissed about the situation. I broke down again the other day because I know I can't have kids. My future is stagnated. All I can do is hope that things get easier. Hope that he gets a little better and can start working again at least part-time. Hope that I can get a promotion in the next year or so to stabilize our finances. Hope that we can continue to tread water until things just start to suck less. I don't hope for happiness anymore. That sounds dramatic but at this point...I'd be happy to be content. To stop having days I hate my husband because he asked me for a glass of water.

Hopefully tomorrow is easier.

#journalventing #caregiver #wifeofadiabetic #type1 #gastroparesis #chronicfatiguesyndrome #rebellionsarebuiltonhope #HopeForBetterTomorrow #SuckLess

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roodles03 · 2 years

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what do you think of labyrinth runners (other than the awesome huntlow crumbs we were given)? just asking for your opinion on it lol

Before the episode came out, I was actually expecting to be disappointed. I had very high hopes for this episode, and normally when I have high expectations for something I get disappointed. I had been hyping myself up for Hunter's return ever since Hollow Mind, as I really wanted to see how he was doing and how his return would be handled. On top of that, I worried I was hyping myself up too much for Huntlow content due to one of the promotional drawings we got where Hunter and Willow were both in it. I even made a joke about this just before I watched the episode

But when I watched it, holy shit, it wasn't what I expected, and that was a good thing, because blew my expectations out of the water.

Seeing how Gus and Willow met was an unexpected surprise. It was pretty cute. I'm also glad Hunter was able to reach out to Gus, and seeing them bond in this episode was very cool. They really have a good bromance. Hunter is dealing with his situation a lot better then I thought he would. I guess after he managed to calm down after his panic attack he was able to think rationally and figure out what he needed to do. Although it was very sad that he had survive off trash and find scraps to eat. That sandwich Gus gave him was probably the first decent meal he had in days. Poor kid.

Also, I gotta say, I LOVE the Illusion coven head. He's got such a narcissistic douchebag personality and I love it. He made me laugh a lot.

On the topic of huntlow, although I was hyping myself up for it, I was honestly expecting nothing, BUT HOLY FUCKING SHIT, I wasn't expecting for it to be hinted that Hunter has a crush on Willow.

When Hunter blushed here, I literally had to pause the episode for a good 3 minutes so I could fanboy. I couldn't believe what I had just saw. It felt like a dream. I had imagined a scene like this in my head, but to actually SEE it on screen? I died.

I even recorded a part of my reaction to it lmao.

(Sorry about the mess, it's my parents not me. I was in the living room)

Also, Hunter being able to recognize that the Willow he saw was an illusion because she was afraid of him was fascinating. He was like, "That's not the captain. The real captain would kick my ass so hard I'd be coughing up parts of her shoe."

However, not everything is positive about this ep. I feel like the Amity and Willow B plot was handled horribly. It came out of nowhere, and was resolved way too quickly. Didn't feel natural at all. Thankfully this subplot is a very minor part of the episode, so it doesn't take away too much. But for this reason alone Hollow Mind is still my favorite TOH episode.

I know this was a long response, but I hope you enjoyed seeing my answer.

#ask #anwser #rooie dies

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infernalrevenge · 3 years

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Hey there😊 I was wondering if I could request some headcanons for house dimitrescu s/o coming out as ftm perhaps reader is nervous to tell them afraid that he'll get kicked out and broken up with. I've been in a really bad funk lately and this would help thanks in advance

Hey bro, I feel you on this one. I hope this helps lifts your spirits in some way, this funk will pass and you'll be groovy once again :P

(CW transphobia in the form of non-acceptance but just as the reader's fears. Spoiler alert: They never materialize hehe.)

Alcina Dimitrescu

You were quite nervous to approach Alcina about this, as much as anyone would be about something this personal.

She always projected this image of an old-fashioned matron, whether she knew it or not. You knew she loved you, but it was still hard to shake the possibility of her not understanding.

You were prepared for the best case scenario to at least be some confusion on her part, and focused on that instead (and not the possibility that she would deem you disgusting and make you leave her presence at once.)

You steeled your nerves and knocked on the door of her office, swearing you felt your heart jump when she invited you in.

As soon as you mentioned wanting to talk about something important, she put her things down and had her full attention directed towards you. You weren't sure if that was worse.

With as calm of a tone as you can muster, you came straight out with it.

You hadn't realized you were looking at the floor the whole time, too afraid to look up and see her live reaction.

However, you didn't really have to wait long for a reply as she leaned down and tipped your chin up to her.

The disdain you feared would be on her face was completely absent, instead her expression was soft and loving. It made your heart skip in a different way than earlier.

"Thank you for telling me this, my love. That must've taken a lot of courage to say. Just know that what I feel for you has not changed -- I love you for the man you have always been, and always will be."

Bela Dimitrescu

Your relationship with Bela was all about "comfortable existence" -- you two count reading different books in the same room as doing something together.

The news you wanted to share with her, however, wasn't something you're sure would fit the "comfortable" atmosphere you two fostered over time.

You didn't want to ruin anything by coming out, but at the same time you knew you couldn't keep it from her forever. You wanted to be yourself around her, and telling her would be the first step to that reality. You just hoped she would understand, or at the very least was willing to understand.

When the time came, the two of you sat back to back while you did your own thing -- you were writing something, and she was drawing.

What she didn't know was that you were basically preparing a whole letter to come out to her and explain your situation as best as you can.

At this point, your parchment was full of crossed out lines and blotches of ink where your pen idled for too long -- you wondered if she noticed the pile of crumpled rejects on the other side of you too.

After a while, Bela was just about to turn around and ask you if something was wrong, she could feel how tense you were against her. But then, you slipped the paper to her and had her read it.

All the while, you had your back turned, knees tucked to your chest as you wished a black hole would swallow you up the longer the silence dragged on. You really wished you had telepathy or something right now, because you couldn't tell what she was thinking.

But all she did was take her place next to you, taking your hand and resting her head on your shoulder. Physical affection was rare from Bela, so this might even be enough of a confirmation of her reaction.

"I still love you, you know? If this is who you are and what makes you happy, then I'm more than okay with it. Thank you for trusting me with this."

Cassandra Dimitrescu

You and Cassandra talk about anything and everything under the sun. She's always been the type to speak her mind, especially when she gets excited.

You felt comfortable discussing anything, but this... well, you didn't really know how to get into it.

You wanted to tell her, of course. You just never found the right opportunity to (possibly because Cassandra led the conversation most of the time.)

But you knew you couldn't avoid this forever, not if you wanted to be with Cassandra for as long as you could. A part of you nagged at the fear that this would be cut short if you did say it, though.

You decided it was best to just be out with it before you could lose your nerve. After spending the night pondering over it, she barely even got to greet you before the words "I'm trans!" came tumbling out of your mouth.

"Uh... what?" (Was that a confused 'what' or an angry 'what'?)

"I'm... transgender...?"

"Oh okay. That's nice, good for you."

"You don't know what that is, do you, Cass?"

".......not exactly."

After some explaining and a crash course on terminology, you get a gentle nudge on your arm as a response -- her way of saying it was more than okay.

And that she wished you weren't so scared of telling her, but even you had to explain that, perhaps if you had any past experiences of coming out situations gone very wrong. She would seethe in anger on your behalf if you told her those stories.

If no one else were around at the time, she would definitely kiss you, just to assure you of how much her feelings for you remained the same. She didn't want any of your worries or insecurities from before this moment to stay in your mind, and she would do anything to make them melt away.

"You didn't have to be scared of telling me, but I'm glad you did. Tell me, not be scared of me. Guess from now on, you can be my handsome little man-thing, huh?"

Daniela Dimitrescu

Daniela is easily the most carefree (and oftentimes, careless) among her sisters. She also doesn't take a lot of things too seriously.

As a consequence though, you feared that it meant she wouldn't know how to handle the news. What if she didn't get it and would be weirded out by you?

Daniela wasn't dumb, you knew that, but you were still prepared to explain things if needed. She had always been curious so you weren't afraid to answer any questions she might have. You wished she would have some tact about them though.

She often drags you into mischief and a lot of the time you would relent, but the one time you stopped her first and mentioned needing to tell her something important, she was the one who tensed up.

Was she in trouble? Did you realize you stopped loving her all of a sudden? Were you going to die?! (She's a bit of a worrier when the words "we need to talk" come out of anyone's mouth.)

You were silent for a little too long and she starts to tear up, her worries getting the better of her before you stepped up to give her a hug. This already wasn't going how you planned.

After you managed to calm her down, you decided it was best to just spit it out already.

Fortunately, the revelation didn't hang in the air for too long. Daniela responded almost unexpectedly.

"Oh... wait, is it male to female, female to male, or something else?"

"Uh, female to male. So I'm a man. A trans man."

"Oh cool!" She takes your hands. "You got a new name picked out? If you're taking suggestions, I think--"

Wait what?

Turned out, she was pretty aware of what being trans meant and had read up on it in books before. She didn't just read for entertainment, she retained other information too.

Still, you couldn't help the sigh (and maybe a quiet sob) of relief when she pulled you close for another hug, this time in celebration of you and living your truth.

"Of course everything's okay, babe! You're still the same wonderful human I fell in love with. I always know how to pick the cute ones."

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infernal-fire · 3 years

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suburban dream

summary: how do you wake up from a nightmare? is it a nightmare if you’ve been asleep the whole time?

major warnings: noncon/dubcon smut, stalking, mention of pregnancy, some cum play (check the prompts for indications of other warnings)

a/n: this is for @iraot’s 1.1k writing challenge. BIG congrats on 1.1k (i cannot explain how glad i am that others get to read your amazing work) and another BIG thank you for hosting this challenge.

Here are the results of my wheel spins:

Kink wheel: daddy kink, somnophilia, breeding kink Character wheel: Jake Jensen Situation wheel: Neighbours AU

You let out a breath of relief as you dropped the last brown box into the corner of the room. How you managed to own this much stuff, you’d never know. Glanced around the living room, it was difficult to decide where to begin. After much contemplation, you huffed and picked up the pizza catalogue, deciding to call it a day.

It was unbearable to leave the house in the mess that it was. On the other hand, your right hip wailed in agony every time you bent down. Lacking the much-needed support of friends or family, you had no option but to suck it up and unpack… but that can wait till tomorrow.

Fishing out just the necessities for the night, you climbed up the stairs and headed into the master bedroom. Massive house for one person, you noted. You did insist that an apartment would suffice but Tony was a stickler for rules.

All Stark employees have to be residents of a Stark-Jensen neighbourhood.

Before getting the job, you weren’t even aware that “Stark-Jensen” neighbourhoods were a thing; it was a term coined by the tech company itself, referring to neighbourhoods that are protected by Stark-Jensen technology. The crime rate in these neighbourhoods are always startlingly low, the odd criminal or two being from inside the community itself. All things considered, how could you say no to free housing?

Sure, the security measures assured that you never had to worry, but it also made you wonder why they were there in the first place. This place was as secure as the Stark Tower; why? You tried not to ask too many questions, afraid of getting on Tony’s bad side. Besides, it isn’t characteristic of him to give you a straight answer anyway.

Life is good, your most harrowing concern at the moment being that your new place had no curtains. It had been a long time since things were calm and you were just recognizing that your days had been free of storms for some time now. Counting your blessings for the second time that night, you stepped into the shower and reminded yourself of all the things to be grateful for.

To say you were in a good mood was an understatement. You finished your night routine right as the pizza was delivered and excitedly skipped down. No one told you how fun living alone was but they didn’t need to - you quickly found that independence is a glorious necessity in everyone’s life.

Jake stood bewildered at your person throwing the door open. He gripped the pizza box tight to ensure he didn’t drop it and continued to look at you like you had grown a third head. He never was very good with his words, but your beauty truly inhibited his ability to think.

“Hi?” you asked.

“Hey, I-I’m your neighbour, Jake. Saw that you were moving in and I came to ask if you need any help.”

“Oh,” you contemplated, looking past him. “Where’s the pizza person?”

“I paid for it. Housewarming gift?” he said like a question and handed it over.

You received the warm box and waited for him to say something as he fiddled with his hands. His smile looks so familiar but you couldn’t place your finger on it.

“So…Do you need help?” He looked up right at the end. You grinned at how shy he was.

“I would really appreciate the help tomorrow,” you replied casually.

“Oh, so… I’ll come by tomorrow morning?” He looked hopeful, as if you were the one handing him the olive branch. You took a once-over of his build, sure that he would come handy when your hip gives up again and nodded in response.

He nodded back slowly and turned around to leave, but seeing him at your doorstep felt eerily similar to a puppy left out in the rain.

“I don’t think I can finish this pizza alone,” you called out. He turned around, a glint of happiness apparent in the shine of his eyes.

“Do you have time to help me with this right now?” It was your turn to look hopeful and you really hoped this cutie took the bait.

He did.

You couldn’t ignore the nagging at the back of your head that you had seen him somewhere. You also couldn’t dismiss the fact that dinner together was just a little awkward. The conversation started off with small talk, and it didn’t take a genius to tell that neither of you enjoyed it. Luckily, it shifted to talks about the neighbourhood and your old job. After that, the words flowed easily, the two of you bonding like you had known each other forever. Although it was smooth sailing, you couldn’t help but wonder how he knows so much about the neighbourhood security measures. When he mentioned that he had lived there for about 6 years, you chalked it up to a simple accumulation of knowledge he must’ve acquired from being around for so long.

“So everyone who lives around here works for Stark-Jensen, right?” you questioned, trailing your finger on the rim of your second wine glass for the night.

“Yeah, for the most part. Though it’s hard to tell who works for who.”

You chuckled in agreement.

“What is it with that? I mean, I work for Stark, and my colleagues, too… but exclusively for Stark. Jensen does exist right?”

“Yeah,” he snickered, “He does. Stark makes the tech and Jensen does the coding.”

“So they’re a two-man team, but Tony’s the face of the company? Seems sort of unfair,” you muttered, quirking your brow a little.

Jake smiled at your comment, glanced at his hands and looked back up at you.

“Maybe he wants it to be that way.” He nudged his glasses up and took a little sip of his wine while peering at you.

You cocked your head to the side and considered the information. Your head was hazy and you needed to stop drinking; alcohol and cute guys are not a good mix.

“Wait.” You squinted at him.

“Does that mean you’re a Stark-Jensen employee?”

He let out a chortle and took your glass from you.

“Hey, hey I want that back!” you whined, not even caring that you’re embarrassing yourself.

“I think that’s enough for today.” He gently helped you up, waiting for you to move.

“I can usually handle my liquor,” you promised, clinging onto his broad form for support.

He started moving you up to your lone mattress in the corner of your room, softly laying you down.

“Jake,” you caught his arm. “You didn’t answer the question. Do you work for Stark-Jensen?”

“Yeah, something like that.”

You pouted at his answer, still gripping his wrist like you owned him. He tenderly pried your fingers off him and placed them on your belly.

“See you tomorrow,” he mumbled as he left your room. You drifted asleep easily, blissfully unaware of how you’d never be able to live down the humiliation of your drunken stupor.

The next day, you hoped Jake wouldn’t show up. It would save you from the burning heat that crept up your neck every time you recalled the night before.

Unfortunately, Jake had found it way too amusing an opportunity to tease you, showing up at your doorstep at 10 AM on the dot.

The day went on without a hitch, the conversation picking up easily from where you left off. Jake found it endearing when you groaned at the mention of your state, only after three glasses of wine. The question of his employment never crossed your mind again, both of you having way too much fun unpacking. You felt ten times better knowing that your neighbour was a loveable, single, hunky nerd; it made the stress of settling in that much better.

Of course, like all good things, the weekend came to an end. Monday morning, you eagerly prepped yourself for a new week at the office. Being Tony’s right hand took five rounds of interviews as well as background checks into every living relative you had. After the turbulent hiring process, you found that the job was not any easier. Luckily, the move had you feeling more thankful about being in sync with all the Stark tech; with FRIDAY managing your house and personal appointments, it was easier to keep track of Tony’s day.

You stepped out of the house and shielded your eyes from the beautiful day. Just then, your lovely new friend stepped onto his porch wearing casual attire.

“Have fun at work!” he called after you.

“Thanks! Are you going to work?”

“Yes, I am.” You took in his outfit one more time, chuckling as you wondered what job would pay enough to live here while dressed in sweats.

“Well, in case I don’t see ya’... Good afternoon, good evening and good night!” you exclaim loudly.

Jake giggled like a schoolboy and waved goodbye before ducking into his car.

Tony’s 10 AM meeting has been pushed to 11 AM, Miss L/N.

“No, no, that won’t do! He has another meeting at 12 PM, the timing will clash. FRIDAY, who was he supposed to meet at 10 AM?”

Speaking to the AI felt more like talking to yourself, but with time, you assured yourself that it would look as cool as Stark when handling your things.

He’s meeting Mr Jensen, the co-founder of Stark-Jensen. I believe you have not met him yet.

“Yeah, I haven’t. Could you call him for me, FRIDAY?”

Sorry Miss L/N, Mr Jensen’s phone is switched off. He has already notified Tony of the change in plans.

“What an asshole,” you grumbled.

On the contrary, I think you would like Mr Jensen, Miss L/N.

“You can just call me Y/N, FRIDAY. Oh, and, send out a notification to all of today’s meeting hosts and tell them to push it by one hour. If they complain, send them my number to take up any problems they have.”

It’ll be done by the time you reach your office.

“Thank you,” you smiled and pulled into your parking spot, right beside Tony’s.

It was hard to imagine what would’ve happened today if Tony didn’t give you access to FRIDAY. Calling each meeting host and personally asking them to push their meetings seemed like a tedious and mind-bending task. And frankly, you didn’t ever look forward to talking to Karen’s. But now, you would never have to know; FRIDAY was an absolute godsend.

You stepped onto the other side of security clearance just as the clock struck 9 AM. Strutting up to your office, you made a mental checklist of everything you need to do during the day. Usually, Tony didn’t require you to sit in for his meetings. He has a different set of assistants for note-taking purposes.

Too consumed by your thoughts, you didn’t notice the large picture of Jake and Tony sitting side by side on the wall beside the elevators. You also didn’t notice Jake’s smirk as he passed by you with ease. He would’ve stopped to say hi, but he knew that you didn’t realize who he was yet. Now he just had to figure out a way to get you to show up to his and Tony’s meeting and give you the heart attack of a lifetime.

Beep, beep.

The Stark-watch buzzed on your wrist, letting you know that Tony was calling for you. You had barely even stepped into the elevator and he was already whining like a baby.

You shook your head and stepped into the doorframe of his lab.

“Come here!” his voice called from the far end of a lab. Your suspicions of him being under the work table were confirmed when he wheeled out on his back and handed you a wrench.

“Do me a favour. Tighten this for me?”

He handed you the arm of an Iron Man suit, what you assumed was his latest mark. He already lived at the lab as it was, you wondered how he ever had time for Pepper.

“Come on, put your arm into it L/N! You know what, you’re distracted, give it here.”

“Did you call me here to tighten your screws?” You shifted your weight onto one leg and crossed your arms. It was sassy of you, but Tony’s assistant needs to have some backbone, famously said by Rhodey.

“Well, you know me, screws always loose.” He knocked on his head and chuckled at his own joke. You sighed and turned to walk out.

“I need you to sit in for my 11 o’clock. And cancel everything else today.”

You gasped and turned again, marching to where he was lying down.

“Tony Stark, you have no regard for anyone’s time! I already pushed everything back by one hour because of your buddy Jensen and now you’re asking me to cancel everything?”

“I know, and I agree. I wish I could go to the mind-numbing meetings with corporate clowns, but I want to show you and Jensen something cool.”

He stopped fiddling with his toy just long enough to glance at you.

You sighed and called for FRIDAY, groaning for the umpteenth time since that morning. Why were you acting like this was the first time he’s done this? It was probably your lack of energy from moving. You couldn’t wait to get home and maybe call Jake over for dinner. Now that you considered this possibility, time seemed to pass slower, but at least there was something worthwhile to look forward to.

When 10:55 rolled around, you were sitting in Tony’s lab, patiently waiting as Tony set up his latest invention for demonstration.

“Where’s your buddy?” you asked, checking your watch for the time again.

“On his way,” he replied without turning away from his work.

He paused and took a step back to admire his work before facing you.

“You haven’t met Jake, have you?”

“Jake?”

Right on cue, Jake walked through the doors of the labs and you whipped around to find your grinning friend.

“Howdy neighbour,” Jake sneered.

“Oh, right. You live beside each other,” Tony muttered as he gathered some more things from his desk.

You shamelessly inhaled the pinewood and vanilla-infused scent of Jake as he sat down beside you. To have him so close to you was a dangerous thing, your cunt unknowingly clenching every time he moved his biceps.

“Stop making heart-eyes at him.”

You threw whatever was in your hand at Tony’s head, and it happened to be a pen. It narrowly missed as he ducked and doubled over in laughter at your embarrassment. The bastard took sick pleasure in it so he often made it a point to humiliate you, but it usually wasn’t in front of the co-CEO of the world’s largest tech company.

The rest of your time in that lab went on without any heart attacks - as far as anyone knew, the slick between your thighs doesn’t account for a ‘heart attack’, per se. You shouldn’t even be thinking about Jake like that. He was technically your boss too.

Tony dismissed you at lunch and told you to take the rest of the day off, much to your delight. You slid into your car and dropped your head onto the steering wheel.

You had barely moved into the neighbourhood and you’re already finding ways to be fired.

~Time skip~

You sighed and laid back in the over-the-top maternity chair Jake got you for feeding. Your baby gurgled as curled his little fingers into his palm before knocking on your breast once. With a light chuckle, you cooed as the little bundle began falling asleep.

This was the only place in the house that had a sliver of sunlight gracing the inside of the house.

You could have outdoor privileges if you didn’t pull that little stunt.

Could you really blame yourself for trying to leave? How were you to know that it’s impossible to leave a Stark-Jensen neighbourhood?

Because it says “Stark-Jensen” in the name, you dumbass.

Fair enough.

You lost count of how many times you sigh on the daily, instead opting to count the number of times you’re able to hold off a mental breakdown. Today, you got the rare privilege of privacy, with Jake being gone to another one of Stark’s presentation.

You reminisced about the last time you sat in Tony’s lab and watched him explain his latest creation. Little did you know that the first time you sat with Jake in there would also be the last time you ever sat in there.

You gently placed the Jim in the cradle. Again, one of the many over-the-top investments made by Jake to ensure the baby got state-of-the-art care. The way Jensen had made you sit beside him as he put the contraption together almost had you lurching. But you didn’t want to wake the baby. The horridness of the memories cannot outweigh your will to keep Jimmy from crying.

“Look at it!”, Jake excitedly spun the box to show you. It must’ve cost an unreasonable amount of money - not that he couldn’t spare to spend the coin, but the purchase confirmed your worst suspicions; he was serious about this all.

Your eyes, puffy from the days of crying, were barely open. Yet you still nodded, figuring that if you put up with his enthusiasm now, he’ll let you go to sleep without raping you like he did every night.

Anyway, you were wrong.

When did everything go so wrong?; How?

You picked up your phone. Your eyes flickered between the only two contacts saved on it. Jake made sure you couldn’t do anything except call him or Tony.

You missed your ex-boss (who was always more of a friend to you). But, it was obvious that calling him wasn’t worth it and would rarely yield any fruitful conversation. Tony always spoke as if he were walking on glass around you and your words were always monitored and censored by Jake. It didn’t take long to figure that one out.

“I don’t know what happened, Tony, she’s just unhinged,” Jake explained over the phone. In the background, you struggled against the bonds that held you to his bedframe. You sobbed harder into your gag and tried to scream ‘help’. All that came out was a shriek.

“You hear her? She’s completely unfit to come into work… What happened? I don’t know man… She’s breaking down under all the stress. A few days of rest might do the trick. No, no, you don’t have to come down. I’ll take care of it.”

He ended the call and you went limp, pausing your hysteria. He smiled at you as if he hadn’t kidnapped you. As if he hadn’t just made Tony believe that you were off your rockers. As if he hadn’t just fucked you five times over the span of 48 hours.

He had planned every step of your entrapment to the letter and it was all going according to his plan.

You put your phone facedown on the dining table and walked back upstairs to your room. His room. Your room, too.

Never, you internally screamed.

Well, it’s too late to debate it.

You stood at the foot of your bed and traced the footboard. He took you countless amount of times on this bed and every instance held some clue that he was working up to what was happening now. You could see that now - but what was the point now?

You giggled as Jake pushed you onto his bed. Who knew this golden retriever could be so rough?

“Shhshshshhh” you slurred and Jake laughed in response.

“Tony’s not here, baby,” he replied, climbing on top of you.

“We’re not gonna get fired?”

“He can’t fire me, sweetheart.”

“Oh… yeah.” You frowned, remembering that your risqué relationship was only risky for you.

In your drunken haze, you didn’t realize Jake was rubbing his bulbous tip against your folds, gathering slick.

“Condom?”

“Don’t have,” Jake lied.

“Oh,” you hesitated.

“It’ll feel so good, baby.” He nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck and sunk in before you had the chance to protest.

“Jakeeee,” you whined. Writhing under his grasp, you shook your head side-to-side as he vigorously fucked into you.

He abruptly stopped and pulled out. “What have I said about saying my name?”

“I’m sorry, daddy,” you sheepishly say.

“That’s right, slut. You’re gonna make me a daddy, right?” He pushed back in.

“Yeah, you are. Gonna make me a daddy, so call me daddy.”

The implication of his words flew right over your head in your drunken haze and blank mind. Any ounce of sense that you had left was being fucked out by his thick length.

“Gonna blow my load. Fill you tight cunt, not gonna last long.”

His words were broken with loud moans. He couldn’t think straight with your warm, wet pussy inviting him in over and over.

As you shook from an overwhelming orgasm, your pussy involuntarily clenched, causing Jake to lose any last bit of restraint he was holding onto. He pushed in as far as he could go as you flailed around. He pinned your arms down and pressed his mouth into yours, delivering a hot and heavy kiss that had you panting.

He pulled out, but the string of cum that followed made you blanch. You never were one for cum play. Still, you didn’t protest when Jake pushed everything back in with two fingers.

“Gotta’ make sure you’re full baby.”

You shake your head now, but again, what’s the point? It’s all done and dusted. Though, you should give yourself some credit. Even if you had realized earlier, it wouldn’t have made a difference. He would’ve realized that you knew before you could’ve even thought about escaping.

As you drifted asleep, you adjusted the volume of the baby monitor one last time and slumped into the fluffy pillows.

How do you wake up from dreams? Was it by pinching yourself? You couldn’t wake up from the nightmare that was your reality when you pinched yourself. You doubted that would work right now. You couldn’t recall how to open your eyes. Instead, you whimpered in your sleep, reliving the moment Jake finally revealed his ulterior motive

“You did what?” Jake was seething, but the only indication of it was his clenching jaw and red face. His tone was the perfect embodiment of the calm before a storm.

“I know you aren’t happy… but Jake, you- you’re always talking about babies and a family. It was so overwhelming and I… I-I…” You were shivering now, unable to withstand the heat of his glare. You had never been on the receiving end of his anger. Hell, you had never even seen him angry.

“I didn’t have an abortion, Jake, for god’s sake stop looking at me like a killed a baby! Plan B is not a crime. I’m only even bringing this up because I started on birth control anyway. Plan B every time we have sex is just not practical or feasible.”

At this point, you could’ve been speaking to a wall. Jake still hadn’t said anything and you were beginning to wonder if he had even been listening.

“I can’t believe I didn’t notice,” he whispered, at last.

“What?”

“I watch you do everything, I can’t believe I didn’t know about the Plan B.”

“What… What are you saying?”

“I said,” Jake stood up, “I’ve basically been watching you 24/7. And I don’t know how I didn’t notice this.”

“What do you mean watching me?” Tears in your waterline were threatening to blur your vision but you blinked furiously in an attempt to keep looking Jake in the eyes.

“You think FRIDAY works for you?”

Jake leisurely cracked each knuckle and took a step towards you. You took one back.

“Oh, now, don’t be like that.”

You woke from your nightmare that was the boiling pot and jumped straight into the fire. Jake was already moving in and out of your channel, moaning about how he missed you too much.

You tried to adjust yourself but he caught your arms and pulled out just long enough to flip you onto your stomach.

When he pushed back in, the hopelessness of your life manifested as tears; it happens every once in a while.

Today, you had a new record: you were able to hold off a total of 7 breakdowns.

But, of course, that was right before he pinched you awake every time.

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Cure Me

King!singledad! Bakugo Katsuki x fem!reader

Prince Matsuki makes an interesting friend. he could have never foretold who she is to his father...

TW: curses, sickness

Thank you so much to @stargazingaloneatnight for sending this lovely request ! I totally got carried away though, so it’s going to have a second part.

Thanks a lot to @patt-writes-stuff and @reddriot for being amazing beta readers !!

Wordcount: 4.4 K

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At the ripe age of 18, you were married off to the woodcutter in your village.

You weren’t enthusiastic about it, but you didn’t dissent. After all, in a small village, all the people of close age were expected to marry eventually. It was either him, the farmer or the butcher. A prince isn’t going to come and sweep you off your feet.

You moved to the isolated cabin near the woods where your husband resided, and you lived there with him for a year. You wouldn’t exactly describe it as harmony, but it was peaceful enough for you to be content. He respected you and you respected him, but you yearned for something more.You yearned for love, for the overwhelming feeling that would envelope you whole, that would elicit shivers from your spine, and down to your very toes.

But you had to get those foolish fantasies out of your head; after all, your husband was now all you had. Until you didn’t have him anymore.

His body was found, squashed underneath a large tree that fell the wrong way.

Guilt and loss reigned in your mind and heart. You wondered, should you have appreciated him more ? Should you have cherished the little moments instead of wishing for something better?

It was a lonely existence for a while after that, until a red eyed, spikey haired little boy ventured to your isolated abode.

………

Loneliness was a disease that feasted on your open wounds until they were gaping holes, bleeding and gushing, but you were unable to stitch them back together. Who wants to be lonely, truly? So all Bakugo did was cover the open wounds with his hand, growling protectively as he shielded himself. And he couldn’t stitch together the hole in his chest, even when his hand was stained red as evidence of his pain.

He thought he loved her. He convinced himself he loved her. The only woman and person who seemingly managed to stand him and understand him. He tried so hard to be good to her. Tried to act better when he saw the gleam of judgement in her eyes. Only to wake up one day with a letter telling him “don’t look for me” and “I’ll be somewhere better. Away from you and that spawn. Good luck with him, though you’ll probably have enough soon and throw him somewhere far, the sound of his cries is annoying.”

Him.

She couldn’t bring herself to say her son’s name.

It’s like he was a disposable piece of trash to her. Katsuki’s teeth gnashed whenever he remembered the way she spoke of her own son, his son.

“DAD!” screamed a little boy, the carbon copy of his dad, running to his father's lap where he ducked down and hid between them.

Bakugo growled playfully, bending his back to look at the excitable little boy, who held his finger to his lips.

“What do you think you’re doing, squirt?”

“I’m hiding from Shitty Maid.”

Katsuki quirked his eyebrows at the foul language that came out of his son’s mouth, but his response never made the light of day as a flustered and heaving maid entered the dining chamber, her eyes frantically searching.

“My king, I’m so sorry ! Have you seen Prince Matsuki come here ?” she questioned breathlessly, the prince having evidently tired her out.

Bakugo clicked his teeth rather impertinently. “No, you shitty maid, I didn’t see him come here,” he replied and resumed eating, seemingly unperturbed by his son being ‘missing’.

“Sorry, Your Majesty, I’ll resume my search for him. Sorry to have disturbed you!” she exclaimed before picking her gown and scrambling out.

Bakugo stared beneath his chair pointedly, his carbon copy only giving doe eyes as a reply.

“Why are you hiding anyway?!”

Matsuki crawled out from underneath the chair and stood up, dusting his knees.

“She wants to teach me eti-etiquette or whatever,” Matsuki grumbled. “I’m going out to play with my friends.”

Etiquette? How useless. Is that what they are teaching his son?

Bakugo clapped his back, glad to see his son not be a pushover. “Don’t be late, squirt.”

“Ok, dad!” Matsuki jumped and enveloped Katsuki’s muscular frame in a hug with his tiny arms, warming Katsuki’s heart as he ruffled his son’s spiky hair.

……..

Matsuki couldn’t find his friends.

He ventured into the woods in search of them, sporting a scowl everyone should be familiar with. His tiny, handsome face scrunched slightly as he looked around the place curiously. His feet padded on, scrunching on crispy fallen leaves in their wake.

He walked for a while, marking trees as he went along to ensure he didn’t get lost, but eventually, a sugary sweet scent had his tiny legs move faster on their own accord in search of it. The closer he seemingly got, the more powerfully the mouth watering scent assaulted his nose. It smelled cozy on this chilly day, like a warm cup of milk by a warm fire as snow fell outside.

He reached a clearing. The thick, intimidating trees that loomed over him shrunk away until there was none left.

No trees, but he found a small cabin with a window cracked open.

He boldly marched up to it, his mouth set in a straight, determined line. A fisted palm knocked once, twice, and thrice on the worn out wood, to ensure that it was heard.

His nervousness set in when the handle turned and a lady emerged at the threshold. He steeled himself. His daddy told him that if he wanted something, he should work to get it.

You smiled at him warmly when you spotted him: a young, unfamiliar boy. He looked out of his element, but his strange red eyes stared at you despite how he seemed to be unused to such situations. His eyes reflected the embers of a brave soul.

“There was a nice smell coming from here,” he admitted, his tiny face scrunching into a scowl that seemed more adorable than anything.

“Well, yes, I baked cookies,” you responded mildly, your voice never too high but quite clear. The boy’s eyes widened, his red hues glistening in child-like excitement.

“Cookies?!” He jumped, and clutched your gown.

“Can I have some ?” Puppy dog eyes stared up at you, pleading and cute. You haven’t encountered a child in a long time. You stopped going to the village as often, and eventually, they stopped visiting too. Your mother died after she contracted something, her old body unable to fight it off, and your dad ran off somewhere to ‘adventure’.

“Sure.” You moved from the threshold. “Come in.” You gestured with your head to your small cottage, a humble place, but a reminder of your lonesome existence.

He brightened up considerably, his mouth twisting into a sweet smile. He would become such a handsome young man once he grew up. It made you wonder how beautiful his parents must be.

You pulled a chair for him at the table, and went to put some cookies on a plate for him.

“YUM. That’s so delicious!” He spoke between mouthfuls, some tiny crumbs flying out of his mouth in his excitement.

“Thank you, but be careful. You might choke if you speak while chewing sweetie,” you chided him lightly. Matsuki didn’t recognize this tone, it sounded equal parts stern and caring. He nodded and continued munching down.

“Would you like to drink something? I have some orange juice, and uh, water. I could make tea, but I don’t think kids your age fancy that you rambled, suddenly excited about having someone keep you company for the first time in a while.

He opened his mouth to answer, but upon remembering your words, he opted to chew for a few more seconds then swallowing his cookies before bellowing out,“Yes! Orange juice.”

How adorable.

You poured two glasses of orange juice and joined your little companion, munching on some cookies of your own. Before long, he finished all of them and leaned back on the chair, mouth letting out a sigh and hand patting his stomach as a show of overindulgence.

“Good?”

“Yup! You’re a very nice lady. Way nicer than my dummy maid,” he grumbled, you weren’t sure whether to be flattered or concerned, but one thing did grab your attention.

“Maid ?”

He nodded, slightly confused at your question.

“Don’t you have one ?” You quirked an eyebrow and looked around your tiny cottage. Did it look like you have one?

Oh God, you hoped this boy wasn’t mistaking his mother for a maid. With that in mind, you asked him, however, his face fell in sadness and the fire in his eyes dulled a little.

“I don’t have a mother. The maids always talk about how sorry they are for me. I hate it. None of them even care about me,” he spoke in a quiet voice, tearing at your heart with his down turned face.

“But at least I have my daddy,” he spoke up, brightening a little. You smiled at that, reaching towards him and ruffling his fluffy yet spikey blond hair.

“That’s good. Keep cherishing your father, at least the two of you have each other.” You wiped some crumbs from around his mouth with a napkin, speaking to the boy in a lonesome voice; unintentionally mothering him.

He smiled and nodded;unintentionally accepting.

The boy was either mistaking some people in his household for maids, or he was some rich merchant’s son. On that note—

“Did you tell anyone you’re coming here? They might be worried about you,” you asked cautiously, but then your eyes widened as a new wave of worry hit you.

“Oh my God, what if you got lost? Do you know your way back?”

You sighed in relief when he nodded, flashing you a smile with his teeth on display, one of them missing from the front, making it all the more endearing. You narrowed your eyes at him, prompting him to elaborate.

“I always come to play around here with my friends. It’s really close to home!” You oo’d. However, it was now his turn to panic. “Oh no, I forgot all about them !” He looked outside, seeing the sun shining proudly in the centre of the sky.

“I think I can still catch them,” he declared determinedly, and hopped off his seat. His tiny legs carried him to the door, his pale hand grasping the worn down doorknob, but before twisting it, he turned to you, his smile of youth gracing his face again.

“See you later, nice lad !”

.……..……

“No way! You wanted to be a pirate? But they’re so nasty!” he exclaimed, scrunching his nose at you in disgust. You shrugged, shoulders slumped.

“I thought it’d be a fun time. I found it in a book and dreamed that one day, I too can embark on an adventure and find hidden treasures,”you explained with a dreamy, yet nostalgic look in your eyes, akin to one looking back fondly at a long gone memory. It’s been nearly a year since you met the mystery child. You’ve been...noticeably happier.

His cherry red orbs made your day, along with an innocence that was very hard to maintain in these tough times, although that's probably because his toughness differs from yours.

He pouted, running a hand through his tamed locks. “Well, why can’t you?”

He stared up at you expectantly, oblivious to what he was expecting. His red orbs burwith ith the flame of innocenand and didnuldn’t dare blow it out.

“I don’t know.”

Even for his young age, he was perceptive. Bbut before he could question your downtrodden face, you stood up, coughing loudly. It went on for a few seconds, and Matsuki watched worriedly as you cupped your hand over your mouth, shoulders shaking from the force.

After you stopped, you breathed for a few seconds, face flushed and stamina depleted. But again, before he could question anything, you stood up, stretching. The sun hit your face, which looked noticeably paler, but you forced a smile anyway, and held your hand out for Matsuki to grab and follow suit.

“Let’s go inside, you wanted me to redo your hair, right ?” He grabbed your hand with renewed vigor, hopping off the wood and trekking with you back inside the cottage.

He said his maid had to slick his hair back because they had guests over and he ‘had to look more presentable’, which you internally scoffed at. His hair was amazing as it was.

You’d never seen a texture so amazing. It was soft as silk, but it appeared spikey. Like a porcupine or something, looked thorny but had a soft side?

You brought some water and wet his hair, before drying it with a towel. You could already see some results. You brought a hairbrush and began to hum softly while brushing his semi dry blond locks.

You towelled it once again, before patting him across the back. Your head felt light, and a light pain began to creep in. You probably need some water.

“THANK YOU! It was so ugly before.” He pranced about, happy that his hair no longer looked like some ‘sappy extra’. You wonder where the child got those interesting phrases. You stood up to get a glass of water, but the moment you stood up, the world swirled, spinned, and blurred. And then it all faded to black.

You hit the floor with a loud thump, and Matsuki sprung to his feet and frantically ran to your side.

His small hands grabbed your arm and shook you, his face growing warm and throat getting clogged up, before tears burst forth. They dampened your sleeves, continuously flowing like a waterfall, but you still remained almost lifeless on the floor. Matsuki was young, helpless, and alone.

And he did what any young, helpless and crying child would do.

He ran to the person he loves —his father.

……………

Bakugou heard the sound of Matsuki running before h, felt the wind, tornado like, as the doors of his room were pushed open in a manner so excitable he’d consider it rather insolent had it not been his own son.

His reprimands were stuck in his throat when he saw the flushed face and bloodshot eyes of his shis heart aching at the sight.

“What’s wongh” he asked softly, the tone rather unusual coming from him. Then again, his son coming to him crying was something very rare.oo., Matsuki took after his and and he was a very brave and strong boy. Something that Bakugou lamented about, at times. Being his carbon copy wasn’t that much of a blessing when it came to the matters of the heart.

Matsuki found his dad sitting at his desk, he ran to him and clung to his legs, crying uncontrollably.

It took Bakugou a second to overcome his awkwardness and emotional constipation. He scooped his son up and sat him on his lap, wiping his tears away.

“Hey squirt, calm down and tell me what’s wrong. If it’s someone that upset you, God help them-”

Matsuki tried to halt his hiccups, failing for a few seconds while he hugged his dad, he patted his back comfortingly.

“Dad, my friend…” he began, but his eyes watered as a fresh batch of tears threatened to burst.

“What happened to your friend, Matsuki?”

Matsuki sniffled, wiping his eyes before continuing.

“So, she’d been sick for a few weeks, but today when I visited her, she fell and wouldn’t wake up,” Matsuk explainedd, clutching into Bakugou tightly.

Bakugou hummed, nodding solemnly.

“Can you take me where your friend is?”

Matsuki nodded, but Katsuki was dubious about the nature of this pursuit. His distrustful nature was shining through.If this ‘friend’ was outside the protective barrier, then Katsuki didn’t know what to really expect. So before leaving his room, he donned his protective amber around his neck, a magical jewel chosen by his dragon when he was younger. All shifters choose an enchanted jewel to guard their existence and warn them of dangers. He made sure to pick up his son’s, looping the necklace around his neck, the jewel dangling and shining.

He needed to give his son a talk about this.

…………

They walked in the forest for a while before reaching a small, worn out looking cottage. Bakugou arched a blond eyebrow, more curious than ever. He’d think it was a ploy with more sinister intentions, luring both prince and king but… he’d never seen his son more shook up over someone, they must mean a lot to him. He couldn’t bear to delay this.

They reached the door, the wood creaking as Bakugo opened it. His ruby eyes started searching for you, and when they caught your figure on the floor, they began gleaming.

He felt the breath knocked out of him when he saw you, asleep (he hoped) like an angel with your hair looking wild but still adding to your charm like a halo. You looked so soft, so precious, and it felt like his life only began this moment when he caught sight of you.

His heartbeat was so strong, he could feel it in his very eyes, who were overwhelmed with the most beautiful person he’d ever seen. He had seen plenty of beautiful women, ones he didn’t spare a second glance at, extras, unworthy of his time. But for some reason, the beauty of you rooted him in his spot and halted all rational thoughts. He was only broken out of his reverie when Matsuki shook him. He felt a rush of love, devotion, and ease like he’d never felt before. It all made sense, the sense of loneliness, of being lost when his path is clear in front of him. Of finding every potential romantic partner lukewarm at best.

“Dad. Can you help her ? I don’t want her to be sick anymore.”

And in that moment, it dawned on him.

Katsuki found his soulmate, but there’s a chance he might have already lost her.

He ran to you checking your vitals, and thankfully, everything seemed fine. He put his forehead against yours, cursing when he felt a scalding fever.

“What happened ?” He picked one of the numerous questions buzzing in his head.

“Well, she did my hair like I’d asked her, but the moment she stood up, she fell down! I tried waking her up, but she wouldn’t. She’d been coughing a lot the past few weeks too and looking tired,” Matsuki explained clearly, now comforted by having his father share the weight with him.

Katsuki looked around at the rather shabby place. Fit for a commoner. Not you.

He was baffled at having a mate. Only the most legendary, wise and favoured dragons did, the dragons that made it to history scriptures. Things no one considered him to be. Things he was succumbing to not being. Things she convinced him he wasn’t. Sure, he could fight deadly wars, bring nations down to their knees, but violence did not warrant a soulmate.

He scoop you up, closer to his chest. Heyouyou tightly, heart physically hurting at the thought of you being in pain. He just met you, what’s with him ?

He stood up, nudging his son to leave.

What a coincidence. An insane, crazy coincidence.

His son, his only blessing in this shrouded world, was what led him to the one thing nobody thought he’d have.

“Tell me more on the way.

Matsuki nodded.

……………

Bakugou laid you on his bed, surrounding you with the softest materials one could ever touch. He pulled a chair besides you, lounging on it as he waited for a healer to arrive.

You remained unconscious, but it seems like your temperature increased even more. He was so lost in his own thoughts, that he didn’t register that Matsuki walked inside the room until he was addressing him.

“Is she going to be alright ?” Bakugou didn’t have the heart to tell him the truth, then again, he didn’t have the heart to lie to him either.

“I don’t know.” Somehow saying it out loud hurts even more.

A knock on the door broke the gloominess.

“Come in.”

Hope walked in, in the shape of a short, old lady with medical equipment.

Recovery Girl inspected you, from temperature to heartbeat. And when done, she sighed.

“Everything boils down to it being a simple fever, but in that case, she wouldn’t be unconscious,” she explained ambiguously. She took one of your hands, and andr fingertips were icy cold.

She hummed contemplatively. She brought out a healing crystal, squeezing it in one fist, while she held your hand in the other. The idea was to transfer the healing energy from the crystal to you, only possible through a healing mage.

However, when nothing seemed to happen, Recovery Girl opened her fist. She found a shattered crystal.

“Oh my…”

Bakugou growled, frustration willing up and tipping over. “The fuck!”

Recovery Girl glared at him. Such language shouldn’t be used in front of a child.

“Typical healing methods aren’t going to work.”

Silence reigned over this time, willing the old lady to continue on, both his and his son’s hearts on the edge.

“I believe she’d been cursed.”

Bakugou scrunched up his eyebrows at the absurd explanation. Who’d curse you of all people ? He only just discovered your existence!

Yet for some reason, he felt like he’d rather die than let you, the one who could love him for all his flaws, the one who always brought a smile on his son’s face, suffer.

“How?” The deity up there must be very cruel, to take you away when he just met you.

“I don’t know, son. There’s a very strong, malevolent energy, enough to break a healing crystal. It’s going to make her body reject anything that could heal it,” she explained solemnly.

“If you want this young lady healthy and well, we need to take different measures to heal her. Also, do you know who cursed, or where she could have incurred it? That will be very helpful.”

Bakugou looked at Matsuki, knowing that he himself is clueless.

“This is the first time I met her. Matsuki seems to have met her a while ago in her tiny ass cottage outside the protective barrier.” She looked like she had some questions, but instead directed her attention to the little Bakugou and asked him what matters most right now.

“Do you know anyone that might’ve done this? Have you seen her interact with anyone that could possibly be capable of it?” She knew asking a child would likely be more fruitless then not, but she still wished to help you in any way she could.

Matsuki shook his head.

“I’ve never even seen her talk with anyone.” This only served to increase Bakugou’s suspensions. Could it be something to do with your affiliation with Matsuki ? And if that was the case, then there’s so many other things he must take into account too, because that would mean that there’s a traitor in their midst, or at least someone that had been tracking Matsuki for… what fucking ever reason.

He sighed, feeling an ache beginning to form in his head. He touched your arm, wanting to reassure himself that you are alive.

A gasp rang out from the occupants of the room when you opened your eyes, making them seem glowy when the sunlight reflected off them, giving you an ethereal, angelic radiance.

The air left his lungs, while blood rushed to his cheeks, making them seem ripe as apples.

“How is this possible?”

This shocked him awake, out of his reverie and into reality.

Recovery Girl glanced at the arm Bakugo was touching, humming to herself with a knowing glint in her old, wise eyes.

“Well, my king, did you forget? The oldest, most powerful magic that dragons have been gifted::soulmates.”

Bakugo blushed again, kissing his teeth and glaring at Recovery Girl.

“What are you babbling on about, old hag?”

“I believe you know.”

He glared at the ground, childishly not answering.

“Um...what’s going on?” A small, feminine voice asked. Bakugou turned to you, melting at the majestic sound of your voice.

“That’s a good question.” That brat.

Bakugou tried to stay in contact with you, afraid of making the burst of magic triggered by your bond slipping away.

“Uh, you lost unconsciousness and Matsuki asked me to help you. Oh, and apparently you were cursed.” Bakugou bluntly spits the facts at you, not thinking ahead for your reaction.

“A CURSE?” you shouted, coughing after due to hoarseness. The old hag shot Bakugou another glare, before sweetening up and looking at you.

“We’ll explain after you rest a bit and freshen up, you’d been through quite a bit.” she said, deliberately not divulging any information yet. She didn’t need to be there for the grand explanation. She’d rather not be, actually.

She stood on her weary legs, leaving the room unnoticed as you admired your surroundings, and as Bakugou admired you. Matsuki’s stare lacked the burn of fascination as he stared at his father grumpily.

“The fuck you looking at her so weird for?” Matsuki seethed. You gasped and turned to him.

“Matsuki!” He bristled in frustration, having forgotten how much you hated it when he cursed.

“Sorry. He was though!”

Bakugou, throughout the whole thing, glared at his son with blushing cheeks. He wanted to spank some respect into him so bad right now.

You turned to Bakugo, gaze weighty in the seriousness it’s burdened with.

“Thanks for helping me, I appreciate it. You’re Matsuki’s father, right? The resemblance is hard to miss. Well, I have a lot of questions, but firstly, what do you mean by cursed?”

You felt as if a rock was pressed against your chest, gloom overtaking your features as you awaited his answer. Still hopeful that it was a joke, but the ancient dark magic was not to be joked with.

“Someone cursed you. It’s the cause for your sickness, and it’s slowly sapping the life out of you. You’re only awake because uh...the magic of our bond is more powerful.” Bakugou rushed the last part, his heart beating, squeezing painfully when silence hung in the air after his not so confession.

You purse your lips, the movement catching Bakugo’s attention, drawing him to your lips. Supple, kissable lips.

“Our bond?”

Bakugo nodded.

“You’re my soulmate, it’s why—probably why Matsuki was so drawn to you.” Bakugo was looking forward to explaining more, before his door was busted open (a common occurrence these days it seems) by a panting soldier, who summoned the strength to salute stiffly.

“Your majesty, we have received a letter from Celeane Siloh.”

Well, what a great introduction to the family.

...............

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